A phrase began to beat in my ears with a sort of heady excitement: "There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.

I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything.

I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.

I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.

Personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures.

I was enjoying myself now. I had taken two finger bowls of champagne and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental and profound.

No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

i am anearthquake& dancemost heavilyupon all myfaults.

Hope is a fire more ravenous than the flames of temptation.  For if only a portion of it poisons your veins, it is enough to make you stand against ridiculous odds again and again and again.

Theoretically, there is nothing that can stop the government from taxing 100 per cent of income so long as the people get benefits from the government commensurate with their income which is taxed.

Suppose no one asked a question. What would the answer be?

If we transform our ordinary mind into love and compassion we will naturally act in a positive way.

The world laughs in flowers.

After a few months you stop noticing every incarnation of radicalism and violence. It is so saturated into your reality that it practically fades into the scenery.

This band is metal in that we have a lot of metal in our instruments, and there's quite a lot of metal on my belt buckle as well.

I think that one of the things that has happened is that psychiatry has become the religion of liberalism.

Oh, torture. Torture. My pubic hairs went gray.