The best hiding place was love. Thus the conversion from pristine sadism to fabricated hatred, to fraudulent love.

But to find out the truth about how dreams die, one should never take the word of the dreamer.

Certain seeds it will not nurture, certain fruit it will not bear and when the land kills of its own volition, we acquiesce and say the victim had no right to live

Lonely was much better than alone.

Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly, but the love a free man is never safe.

She missed -- without knowing what she missed-- paints and crayons

I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer – its dust and lowering skies.

A person should try to understand dreams. A person should take warning from them.

the prudent business mind must not only think of competing with the prevailing giants in the market but must also not be oblivious of the latent deft of the masses who are yet to dare

And I swear, she tasted like the sun.

You can break through every barrier with persistent effort.

You are not responsible for the murderous rampage of an alien psycho, okay?

Occasionally, a re-enactment is a fine thing. I love Civil War re-enactments.

Uh, my lord, I am not actually food. You do realize this, yes?

I am alone in this white, garden-rimmed street. Alone and free. But this freedom is rather like death.

Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.

I used to go to the gym regularly and swim an awful lot, but that was when I was unemployed and knew leisure intimately.