No position is so false as having understood and still remaining alive.

The universal view melts things into a blur.

There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

Our first intuitions are the true ones.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.

Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself.

The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all the words.

The multiplication of our kind borders on the obscene; the duty to love them, on the preposterous.

Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?

Look at that moon. Potato weather for sure.

My first full year of touring, I did 300 days on the road. That was not including the travel time or publicity or anything else - that was just dates. I was home probably less than 50 days that year.

Whenever there is a challenge, there is also an opportunity to face it, to demonstrate and develop our will and determination.

More than ever, the world needs good engineers. However, the pool of talent is shrinking not growing.

When the day of recompense comes, our only regret will be that we have done so little for Him, not that we have done too much.

We didn't stow away!" Dan protested. "You sunk our boat and pulled us out of the canal!" "Good point," Ian agreed. "Return them to the canal. Roughly, please.

She had the kind of fingers you want to interlace with your own.

The tongue, the ambassador of the heart.

Jessica: “You great drunken jackass!” Dain: “I did not give you leave to use my Christian name.

I like a funny girl. Smart. Talented. I like someone who is good at music - that always intrigues me.