True stories deal with hunger, imaginary ones with love.

Being or nothing, that is the question. Ascending, descending, coming, going, a man does so much that in the end he disappears.

There have been only rare moments in history where individual histories were able to run their course without wars or revolutions.

Religions tend to disappear with man's good fortune.

Man's usual routine is to work and to dream and work and dream.

The Odyssey is the story of someone who, in the course of diverse experiences, acquires a personality or affirms and recovers his personality.

The Iliad is the private lives of people thrown into disorder by history.

To have one's own story told by a third party who doesn't know that the character in question is himself the hero of the story being told, that's a technical refinement.

When Ulysses hears his own story sung by an epic poet and then he reveals his identity and the poet wants to continue singing, Ulysses isn't interested any longer. That's very astonishing.

A very great Iliad... concerns the creation of a nation.

All confessions are Odysseys.

i am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me. those seem to be the two choices. everything else is just killing time.

She was ... unhappy. It was part of her, you could not separate her from it. She was sad the way a horse is strong or a bird flies.

I was dying. And I had never been enough for anything.

I think that as soon as you think of yourself as a famous person or anything like that, you're objectifying yourself in some weird way.

It's so warm now, and Thanksgiving came so early - is it just me, or does it not really feel like Ramadan?

Some people become cops because they want to make the world a better place. Some people become vandals because they want to make the world a better looking place.

In a way, being raised on the farm and doing chores and stuff it's a natural thing for me to want to work outside. It's almost kind of like a rehabilitation for me with doing that.

What constitutes the authentic human being?

The nicest feeling in the world is to do a good deed anonymously-and have somebody find out.

I feel like the earth, astonished at fragrance borne in the air, made pregnant with mystery from a drop of rain.