It doesn't matter what answers you get if you ask the wrong questions.

Then he laughed and she laughed. And quivering with the movement of the train, the dead man seemed to laugh too.

I kissed her, a long hard kiss. Because baby didn't know it, but baby was dead, and in a way I couldn't have loved her more.

There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.

There are thirty-two ways to write a story, and I’ve used every one, but there is only one plot – things are not as they seem.

When life attains a crisis, man’s focus narrows. […] The world becomes a stage of immediate concern, swept free of illusion.

You've got forever; and somehow you can't do much with it. You've got forever; and it's a mile wide and an inch deep and full of alligators.

I'd been chasing females all my life, not paying no mind to the fact that whatever's got tail at one end has teeth at the other, and now I was getting chomped.

I found out long ago that the place where the law is apt to be abused the most is right around a courthouse.

If the Good Lord made a mistake in us people it was in making us want to live when we’ve got the least excuse for it.

A weed is a plant out of place.

I never saw Death before, and now I seeThat it is warring eyes in a woman's form.

The more important reason is that the research itself provides an important long-run perspective on the issues that we face on a day-to-day basis.

Among the appliances to transform the people, sound and appearances are but trivial influences.

I teach people that no matter what the situation is, no matter how chaotic, no matter how much drama is around you, you can heal by your presence if you just stay within your center.

It is not lust alone that one should be afraid of in the life of the world. There is also anger. Anger arises when obstacles are placed in the way of desire.

My dear friend, clear your mind of can't.

Only two can keep a secret if on of them is dead.

If I weren't in Radiohead I'd be working at a grocery store, I'd be that creepy guy who lives in an efficiency apartment and collects salted, cured meats.

We need no science of formulae, but a science of forms.