I've read books in school that were written by ideological rote - they were brainwashers. Therefore, any art, any literature, that has a clearly defined political goal is repellent to me.

When I look at my old pictures, all I can see is what I used to be but am no longer. I think: What I can see is what I am not.

Home is where somebody notices when you are no longer there.

The perfect borscht is what life should be but never is.

Belief and delusion are incestuous siblings.

I am itching to criticize some well-regarded writers' works, but I am not doing it because I am perfectly aware that my critique could easily be reduced to envy or just plain meanness.

I gradually became aware that my interiority was inseparable from my exteriority, that the geography of my city was the geography of my soul.

I much preferred winning to thinking and I didn't like losing at all.

You don't want your neurosurgeon to have doubts about the meaning of it all while he or she is operating on your brain.

If you can't go home, there is nowhere to go, and nowhere is the biggest place in the world-indeed, nowhere is the world.

We knew - but didn't want to know - what was going to happen, the sky descending upon our heads like the shadow of a falling piano in a cartoon.

Happiness is inseparably connected with decent, clean behavior.

Don't go getting offended my friend, I have much worse things to say to you.-Ad'Dam, Journey from Atremes

The time has come for every Christian to change his position, to change the dimensions of his vision

To rely solely on logic is in essence to operate within a structure of limited knowledge and understanding

And really, it wasn’t much good having anything exciting like floods, if you couldn’t share them with somebody.

I think that everybody needs somebody to really look up to and know that even though you're going through a tough time, you'll get over it.

Avail yourself of the greatest privilege this side of heaven. Jesus Christ died to make this communion and communication with the Father possible.

These newspaper reporters... ever since Sullivan versus New York Times... have got a license to lie.

at the end of the game the team with the most points on the board is going to win.

Rhetoric in serious discourses is like the flowers in corn; pleasing to those who come only for amusement, but prejudicial to him who would reap profit from it.