I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.

Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.

Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We're afraid.' 'Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We will fall!' 'Come to the edge.' And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew.

When man resolved to imitate walking, he invented the wheel, which does not look like a leg. In doing this, he was practicing surrealism without knowing it.

Cubism is the art of depicting new wholes with formal elements borrowed not only from the reality of vision, but from that of conception.

Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.

Joy came always after pain.

Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.

I don't want to work. I want to smoke.

Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure Les jours s'en vont je demeure

we all try to silence painful emotions. but when we succeed in feeling nothing we lose the only means we have of knowing what hurts us and why.

May we continue to encourage one another, so that we will increase in strength and in wisdom.

I knew from the age of 16 that I wanted to be a writer because I just didn't think I could do anything else. So I read and read and wrote short stories and dreamed of escape.

Censorship is advertising paid by the government.

The only justifiable purpose of political institutions is to ensure the unhindered development of the individual.

The Obama-Clinton administration tried repeatedly to remove our cruisers from service, then refused to modernize these very old, aging, aging ships. They're old. They're tired.

That which above all other yields the sweetest smell in the air is the violet.

Unfortunately I've been to jail a couple times. Anytime I come in it's difficult to make music, write songs.

Marriage is like a bank account. You put it in, you take it out, you lose interest.

I am the hawk and there's blood in my feathers, but time is still turning they soon will be dry. And all those who see me and all who believe in me, share in the freedom I feel when I fly.