I realized that searching was my symbol, the emblem of those who go out at night with nothing in mind, the motives of a destroyer of compasses.

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.

Don't you know no one can escapethe power of creatures reaching outwith breath alone?

Shouldn't we also ask ourselves what the consequences are of scrambling to provide the "most" of everything to our children in a world of fast dwindling resources?

What you burnt, broke, and tore is still in my hands. I am the keeper of fragile things and I have kept of you what is indissoluble.

We did not all come over on the same ship, but we are all in the same boat.

Intellectuals who live in Hungary, or who wish to work or lecture there, are extremely circumspect in their criticism.

He thought and suffered a good deal but he lacked the resolution to dare--the first requisite of a practitioner.

We are deceived by promises and time disappoints us.

People aren't familiar with wheelchair sports. The only film crew in Athens for the Paralympics was the documentary crew.

Colour is the touch of the eye, Music to the deaf, A word out of darkness.

A good friend doesn't try to break up a fight. A good friend comes in with a flying kick.