It was not my strength that wanted nursing, it was my imagination that wanted soothing.

He struggled with himself, too. I saw it -- I heard it. I saw the inconceivable mystery of a soul that knew no restraint, no faith, and no fear, yet struggling blindly with itself.

They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force--nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.

I let him run on, this papier-maché Mephistopheles, and it seemed to me that if I tried I could poke my forefinger through him, and would find nothing inside but a little loose dirt, maybe.

The mind of man is capable of anything.

In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent.

I don't think a single one of them had any clear idea of time, as we at the end of countless ages have. They still belonged to the beginnings of time—

I remembered the old doctor, - "It would be interesting for science to watch the mental changes of individuals, on the spot." I felt I was becoming scientifically interesting.

He was there below me, and, upon my word, to look at him was as edifying as seeing a dog in a parody of breeches and a featherhat, walking on his hind legs.

There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies - which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world - what I want to forget.

We live as we dream--alone....

Language imparts identity, meaning, and perspective to our human condition. Writers are either polluters or part of the cleanup.

No. She told me she was going to marry him, to get French nationality . . . She was obsessed with getting a nationality...

The purest, most beautiful and appealing experiences of life: romance, love, marriage, and parenthood.

An artist must approach his work in the spirit of the criminal about to commit a crime.

When I'm recording something (especially because I produce my own music) I might consider how hard it would be to replicate a song on stage.

While England endeavors to cure the potato-rot, will not any endeavor to cure the brain-rot, which prevails so much more widely and fatally?

If you don't like or care about your job, what's the big deal? I am so over it.

When I cannot sing my heart, I can only speak my mind.

Companies hire a lot during boom times because they're trying to adequately accelerate into the future.

Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.