Literature is ... a game, but it's a game one can put one's life into.

I think we all have a little bit of that beautiful madness that keeps us walking when everything around us is so insanely sane.

Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.

Of all our feelings the only one which really doesn't belong to us is hope. Hope belongs to life, it's life itself defending itself. Etcetera.

Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are.

The evolution from happiness to habit is one of death's best weapons.

Time is born in the eyes, everybody knows that.

Only by living absurdly is it possible to break out of this infinite absurdity.

The novel wins by points, the short story by knockout.

A short story relies on those values that make poetry and jazz what they are: tension, rhythms, inner beat, into unforeseen within foreseen parameters

Everything can be killed except nostalgia for the kingdom, we carry it in the color of our eyes, in every love affair, in everything that deeply torments and unties and tricks.

Language is the only homeland.

He’s lost it. Our son is insane. Or on drugs. Or maybe not on enough drugs.

The surgeries were the hardest scenes for me because it's literally balancing so many balls in the air, at the same time, and each surgery is different.

Obviously it's critical that the three cars are able to contribute to the program. I think that certainly has given much of the reason as to why we did so well at Indy over the last several years.

Inhibition is no good provider for a needy man

When God shuts a door, He opens a window.

We no longer have a choice between violence and non-violence. The choice of today stands between nonviolence or non-existence.

Faith in the king comes easily in lovely times, but be faithful now and endure, pale lover.

The rules of sexism do not free men from the terror of violence; they only keep men from complaining about it.