Nature’s constantly screaming with all its shapes and scents: love each other! Love each other! Do as the flowers. There’s only love.

There is a diabolical streak in me, a troublesome and inexplicable perversity.

Solitude does not consist in living alone; it consists in living with others, with people who take no interest in you.

Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder.

‎The greatest danger of a terrorist's bomb is in the explosion of stupidity that it provokes.

Desire can attain the darkest human terror and give an actual ideal of hell and its horror.

Great ladies ... are like the best sauces -- it is better not to know how they are made.

Wherever he goes, whatever he does, he will always see that word: murder—immortally inscribed upon the pediment of that vast slaughterhouse—humanity.

The poor are the human manure in which grow the harvests of life, the harvests of joy which the rich reap.

Come now, don't make such a funeral face. It isn't dying that's sad; it's living when you're not happy.

Why, flowers are violent, cruel, terrible and splendid... like love!

Life is not a PG feel-good movie. Real life often ends badly. Literature tries to document this reality, while showing us it is still possible for us to endure nobly.

Seeking what is true is not seeking what is desirable.

Don't let's ask for the moon! We have the stars!

The greatest threat to our Constitution is our own ignorance of it.

The negative side of the American Dream comes when people pursue success at any cost, which in turn destroys the vision and the dream.

Dancing is why I love music as much as I do and vice-versa, and there aren’t many things better than those two combined.

One of the main causes of our artistic decline lies beyond doubt in the separation of art and science.

I always look for good stories and good characters, and if they're placed in a whodunit, then I'm interested.

I used to sort of take the phone off the hook, you know, put my feet up and watch the TV until it was all over.

Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.