The end-of-summer winds make people restless.

You put your time where your priority is.

Have you ever been lonely? No, neither have I. Solitary, yes. Alone, certainly. But lonely means minding about being on your own. I've never minded about it.

Oh, the sweetness of giving in, of full surrender.

Gradually the feeling wears off, and I feel swamped again by the inexplicable pettiness of being alive.

One thing about London is that when you step out into the night, it swallows you.

I'd never chosen to be alone, but that was the way things had turned out, and I'd grown used to it.

The best thing is the combined effect of nicotine with alcohol, greater than the sum of the two parts.

That sense of happiness just out beyond my reach - I'm not sure I'd grasped that exactly, but I'd got something close to it, contentment maybe, or at least a functioning routine with regular rewards.

The thought of all that happiness was hard to bear. What's the point of happiness when all it does is throw the facts of dying into clear relief?

I breathed and breathed and did feel some calmness enter in, though it was, as always, shot with a sense of loss. Loss and fear.

Communism is the friend of the ideologue, and the enemy of mankind.

Eliminate the overwhelming cost of phantom wars and fools' errands, and humankind might begin to balance its books. After all, its only debts are to itself.

A man has no right to occupy another man’s time unnecessarily

Art is not meant to be created in stolen moments only.

We're supposed to be less judgmental and accept and be kind and love one another.

The voice of sin is loud, but the voice of forgiveness is louder.

From the fact that E is evidence for T and the fact that T entails M, it doesn't follow that E is evidence for M.

Pound's crazy. All poets are.... They have to be. You don't put a poet like Pound in the loony bin.

Spring sprang suddenly onto the land.

The preparatory education of candidates for knighthood was long and arduous.