Happy was she who could believe without seeing, who was at one with the duration and continuity of life.

I think we all have a little bit of that beautiful madness that keeps us walking when everything around us is so insanely sane.

Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.

Of all our feelings the only one which really doesn't belong to us is hope. Hope belongs to life, it's life itself defending itself. Etcetera.

Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are.

The evolution from happiness to habit is one of death's best weapons.

Time is born in the eyes, everybody knows that.

Only by living absurdly is it possible to break out of this infinite absurdity.

The novel wins by points, the short story by knockout.

A short story relies on those values that make poetry and jazz what they are: tension, rhythms, inner beat, into unforeseen within foreseen parameters

Everything can be killed except nostalgia for the kingdom, we carry it in the color of our eyes, in every love affair, in everything that deeply torments and unties and tricks.

Fortune, that favors fools.

My furniture is an exercise in architecture or architectural mood.

A good technician gets it right maybe 60% of the time. And a great technician, maybe 61% of the time.

Reward is a happy customer - and an empty plate.

My dad felt pretty strongly that I know about the basic workings of a plane and so he taught me how to read and set the instruments, as well as the basics of taking off and landing.

There is no fair in life and death. If it were, no good men would die young.

the casualties among us include not just those who are dying, or bleeding, or recovering from injury, but also the caretakers around the edges whose selves fall sacrificed to their charges.

Science fiction writers, I am sorry to say, really do not know anything.

Control from without flourishes when discipline from within grows weak.

I'm very attracted to exile literature - particularly Nabokov - exactly because the idea of being away from home for any serious length of time is so inconceivable to me.