The first effect of adjusting to other people is that one becomes boring.

The great writers of aphorisms read as if they had all known each other well.

People love as self-recognition what they hate as an accusation.

Whenever you observe an animal closely, you feel as if a human being sitting inside were making fun of you.

All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.

There is no such thing as an ugly language. Today I hear every language as if it were the only one, and when I hear of one that is dying, it overwhelms me as though it were the death of the earth.

Every decision is liberating, even if it leads to disaster. Otherwise, why do so many people walk upright and with open eyes into their misfortune?

His head is made of stars, but not yet arranged into constellations.

When you write down your life, every page should contain something no one has ever heard about

The process of writing has something infinite about it. Even though it is interrupted each night, it is one single notation.

Explain nothing. Put it there. Say it. Leave.

No one can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Money.

No matter what, love everyone because everyone is craving love.

As a way of getting in touch with my originsevery night I set the alarm clockfor the time I was born so that waking upbecomes a historical reenactment and the first thing I do

If things continue like this, the history of our age may one day be written under a caliphate's supervision .

Before we pray that God would fill us, I believe we ought to pray Him to empty us.

I pledge you, I pledge myself, to a new deal for the American people.

If I'm a game show host, will someone buy a ticket to see me do standup? If I'm a game show host, will I get an offer to do a dramatic role in a movie?

We should not miss the present opportunity or we shall be blamed by posterity.

The London property market has excellent investment opportunities.

James Joyce is a cul-de-sac. [Ulysses is] ... an example how literature branched out and went into, lost itself in nowhere, no man's land.