She'll never love you better than she loves her own children.

Let's go to Valhalla with the sun on our faces.

You're a Good Little Slave

Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you'll find an edge to cut you.

We die a little every day and by degrees we’re reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.

Few things worth having can be got easily.

Every man has his thorns, not of him, but in him, deep as bones.

When you're in a dark place, and your light is going to run out before too long, you get on with things. It's a wonder to me how few people apply that same logic to their lives.

Some truths should perhaps be left unsaid. Some doors unopened. An angel once told me to let go of the ills I held too close, to let go of the flaws that shaped me.

Anything that you cannot sacrifice pins you. Makes you predictable, makes you weak.

It's an irony of our times that men seeking peace must make war.

Such kindness wasn't a gift but a goad, scraping against one's skin like a yoke of thorns. She would have preferred him stiff, defensive, even offensive.

If your regime is not strong enough to handle a joke, then you have no regime.

Medicine is my lawful wife. Literature is my mistress.

In every age of well-marked transition, there is the pattern of habitual dumb practice and emotion which is passing and there is oncoming a new complex of habit.

Golf is a non-violent game played violently from within.

A refrigerator is the opposite of a drug addict, because a refrigerator starts in a box and then moves to a house.

In demanding our praise God is demanding the completion of our pleasure (in him).

It is difficult not to write satire.

Nature's way is simple and easy, but men prefer the intricate and artificial.

Always question the authority.