I like things to reverberate, to be suggestive.

The worse they are the more they see beauty in each other.

What the problem was was this colossal redundancy, the squandering of brilliant technique on cheap material.

The great wisdom for writers, perhaps for everybody, is to come to understand to be at one with their own tempo.

she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face.

There was the noise itself, which he thought of vaguely as the noise of classical music, sameish and rhetorical, full of feelings people surely never had

He wanted pure compliments, just as he wanted unconditional love.

I was rather a goody-goody as a child... It was only later on I discovered that you could be naughty and get away with it.

Now that I had actually made love, more astonishingly now that I had been made love to, the fantasies were subtly undermined.

...all his longings came out as a kind of disdain for what he longed for.

To apologize for what you most wanted to do, to concede that it was obnoxious, boring, 'vulgar and unsafe' --- that was the worst thing.

The negation of severe suffering was the nearest approach to happiness I expected to know. Besides, I seemed to hold two lives - the life of thought, and that of reality.

You will never know all there is to know. You will learn until your final days. Then you will inspire someone else. This is what an artist does.

I want to be undone by you. I want to be the one to come to pieces in your arms, to forget there is anything in this world but the two of us.

Delusional or not, maybe if I believe in a better world with enough conviction, and convince others to believe it as well, then it will be real.

No other love on earth would ever equate to the unconditional one that could come from you to you.

Your feelings are the utmost priority, your desires are more important than anyone else's deadline or mandate.

And even one life that bears witness to the truth of the prosperity law will quicken the consciousness of the whole community.

I don't know how music works, I'm just glad that it does.

History is not going to look kindly on us if we just keep our head in the sand on armed autonomous robotics issue because it sounds too science fiction.

An educated memory depends on an organized system of associations; and its goodness depends on two of their peculiarities: first, on the persistency of the associations; and, second, on their number.