How small the cosmos (a kangaroo's pouch would hold it), how paltry and puny in comparison to human consciousness, to a single individual recollection, and its expression in words!

The nostalgia I have been cherishing all these years is a hypertrophied sense of lost childhood, not sorrow for lost banknotes.

I see again my schoolroom in Vyra, the blue roses of the wallpaper, the open window.… Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die.

I discovered in nature the non utilitarian delights that I sought in art. Both were a form of magic, both were a game of intricate enchantment and deception.

...for she soars with the wildest hyperbole when not tagging after the most pedestrian dictum.

Everything he said should be followed by a big sic

One is always at home in one's past...

Not only are selves conditional but they die. Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?

But in terms of "psychological" time, most of us are still living in centuries past, stirred by ancient grudges, controlled by obsolete prejudices, driven by buried fears.

Saw a wedding in the church. It was strange to see what delight we married people have to see these poor fools decoyed into our condition.

The news we hear, for the most part, is not news to our genius. It is the stalest repetition.

I'd like to live in Paris, New York, and Los Angeles all at the same time.

Though thou has never so many counselors, yet do not forsake the counsel of your soul.

When you're a monster, you are thanked and praised for not being a monster.

Bad boyfriends don't disguise themselves; their girlfriends do it for them.

You will never know what the meaning of Jazz is if ask what it means.

Being seen as the best striker in Europe doesn't spur me on-it's helping my team to success. That's my only aim. I'm not a machine.