Bless you. Be careful. Anyone intending to meddle with words needs such blessing, such warning.

Lose your temper and you lose the fight.

All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.

There were a lot of gods. Gods always come in handy, they justify almost anything.

Better not to invent her in her absence. Better to wait until she's actually here. Then he can make her up as she goes along.

The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.

Time rises and rises, and when it reaches the level of your eyes you drown.

This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love.

Those who live alone slide into the habit of vertical eating: why bother with the niceties when there's no one to share or censure? But laxity in one area may lead to derangement in all.

More and more I feel like a letter—deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one.

He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.

I think of New York City lost in starsforgotten as a blue haired pet of childhood love Tonight the night is full

I think I'll always be a hopeless romantic.

Enemies' promises were made to be broken.

Time does not dispose of a question - it only presents it anew in a different guise.

No question is more sublime than why there is a Universe: why there is anything rather than nothing

The war, as I felt it and a lot of my compatriots felt it, was a creative act.

Kitsch is deep in its superficiality. Art is superficially deep.

Without continuous effort there cannot be continuous achievement.

Nature magically suits a man to his fortunes, by making them the fruit of his character.

Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. In a moment, he will realize it's futile, she can't be saved.