A tragic writer does not have to believe in God, but he must believe in man.

Both the cockroach and the bird would get along very well without us, although the cockroach would miss us most.

In a cat's eye, all things belong to cats.

Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.

The advertiser is the overrewarded court jester and court pander at the democratic court.

Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many different ailments, but I have never heard of one who suffered from insomnia.

Happiness is itself a kind of gratitude.

The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.

It is not ignorance but knowledge which is the mother of wonder.

If we do not permit the earth to produce beauty and joy, it will in the end not produce food, either.

Technology made large populations possible; large populations now make technology indispensable.

Every poet... finds himself born in the midst of prose. He has to struggle from the littleness and obstruction of an actual world into the freedom and infinitude of an ideal.

You must detach yourself from the stereotypical life to live an effective one

Always try to discover your destiny.

He knelt between her legs and flicked his tongue up the length of her slick folds. And knew what heaven was when she slid her fingers into his hair, moaning his name like a prayer.

You are in control of your life, when you refuse to be provoke.

You can question somebody's views and their judgment without questioning their motives or patriotism.

I think fiction is all about the exercise of the empathetic imagination. Part of what I do is let the stuff I read about meld with what I have experienced.

They have terrified my poor wife and threatened my very person!" Halt eyed the man impassivley until the outburst was finished. Worse than that," he said quietly, "they've wasted my time.

The gods play games with men as balls.

Do you have to feel something for it to be real or mean anything? Can you touch your dreams, taste your imagination.