Let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination.

The creation of the world did not occur at the beginning of time, it occurs every day.

It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.

Every woman feels that the greater her power over a man, the more impossible it is to leave him except by sudden flight: a fugitive precisely because a queen.

But I consoled myself with the reflexion that in spite of everything she was for me the real point of intersection between reality and dream.

So difficult is it for us to know, with the dead as with the living, whether a thing would cause them joy or sorrow!

She was capable of causing me pain, but no longer any joy. Pain alone kept my wearisome attachment alive.

As with the future, it is not all at once but grain by grain that one savours the past.

I could no longer desire physically without feeling a need for her, without suffering from her absence.

I must choose to cease from suffering or to cease from loving.

We consider it innocent to desire, and heinous that the other person should do so.

-Oh yes? Can you identify yourself?-Certainly. I'd know me anywhere.

There's no denying it now. I'm in the world. And, too, the world is in me.

I'd like to vote for the candidate similar to the one the Right absurdly claims Obama is.

Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally lend a certain rigid dignity of manner to the suffering frame.

Your outer journey may contain a million steps; your inner journey only has one: the step you are taking right now.

The best antidote to worry, I have always believed, is work and more work.

Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I'd strike the sun if it insulted me.

Silly gardeners! We buy pretty, comfortable benches and position them oh so carefully. But does the gardener ever sit? No! We perch momentarily and then jump up to do that next thing we see.

You don't need cocaine! There's another way to get real high, and really mess your mind up, it's called marathon running!

Como un angel," I whisper. "Is our game over?" she asks nervously. "It's definitely over, querida. 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game.