Cold love’s the loveliest love of all. So clear, so crisp, so empty. In short, so civilized.

Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape.

To live at all is miracle enough.

There are times when the air that floats between mortals becomes, in its stillness and silence, as cruel as the edge of a scythe.

There is a brotherhood among the kindly- Closer and defter and more integral- Than any of aisle or coven- For love rang out before the chapel bell

Yet not with all of me am I in love. Too much of my own quietness is with me.

Oh how I hate people!

For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.

Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.

Lingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone.

[Peake's books] are actual additions to life; they give, like certain rare dreams, sensations we never had before, and enlarge our conception of the range of possible experience.

We must have courage, faith, and lunch together sometime soon.

Everything that is written merely to please the author is worthless.

I don't have a tuxedo that fits anymore because my chest and my biceps are too big.

If one oversteps the bounds of moderation, the greatest pleasures cease to please.

You know, I lose patience really easily; I'd rather shop in the grocery store than in the department store. I can pick an apple like nobody's business.

I've always considered the French-speaking part of Switzerland as a province of France.

Thinking I'm a moron gives people something to feel smug about," Charles Wallace said. "Why should I disillusion them?

Pain narrows vision. The most private of sensations, it forces us to think of ourselves and little else.

Never thought I'd see the day when Death was denied. That leaves taxes as the only certainty.

What draws me to theater and religion are these rituals made to make you feel emotion. It's so banal in an interesting way. In visual art it's about making you feel emotional, but it's more subtle.