Once in a while it happens that I vomit up a bunny... it's not reason for one to blush and isolate oneself and to walk around keeping one's mouth shut.

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.

Will interrupted. "Henry, " he said, "you're on fire. You do know that, don't you?

Women have a role to play in global development.

Donald Trump is nuts, his party is chock full of nuts too, and that is bad news for Americans with a nut allergy.

My faith is so strong that I believe that God made me 5-11 for a reason. For all the kids that have been told, no, that they can't do it, or all the kids that will be told no.

I was a prefect at school, I never had a tattoo, got a detention or pierced my ears more than once.

I want to raise a family and have a couple of small Dirks running around. But it will not be easy to win my heart.

There is nothing we cannot live down, and rise above, and overcome.

Notice the small things. The rewards are inversely proportional.

Shot Gun Boogie, I wanted wedding bells. I'll be back little gal, when your pappy runs out of shells.

The only sustainable city - and this, to me, is the indispensable ideal and goal - is a city in balance with its countryside.