I steal a glance when no one is looking. Especially at his neck, when he turns to say something to my mother. That slender neck, with its air of determination, brisk and bold…

I clap my hands together. (Where do I get the strength, the burst of energy?) To chase away the ghosts. Dispel my fears. Arrange the dream. Maintain a kind of balance

And now the bride begins to move. Little mechanical doll, clinging to her husband’s arm, climbing into the carriage. Her white silk stocking, her elegant shoe.

That’s what it means to be out of your mind. To let yourself be carried away by a dream. To give it room, let it grow wild and thick, until it overruns you.

We're too practical, I guess. You've got to be something of a dreamer to enjoy books

Old, is it?" the man asks."Yes, very.""Pre-war, is it?""Yes, " I say. "If by war you mean the Norman invasion.

The future might be dark, but darkness shared wasn't a thing to be feared.It was to be embraced.

The bulk of suffering does not stem from 'dreadful' experiences but rather from frightening beliefs.

I'm doing now with cornets exactly what I used to do with trilobites: measuring, analyzing and cataloging the myriad gradations of their forms.

Evolving and bettering yourself is wonderful, but not if the set of standards and values you adopt smothers you into oblivion in the process.

What's the subject of life - to get rich? All of those fellows out there getting rich could be dancing around the real subject of life.

Everybody has a different idea of love. One girl I know said, "I knew he loved me when de didn't come in my mouth.

Encourage innovation. Change is our lifeblood, stagnation our death knell.

Capitalism is the extraordinary belief that the nastiest of men, for the nastiest of reasons, will somehow work for the benefit of us all.