What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.

All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.

All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat.

A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream.

After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts - like a Chinese nest of boxes - oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front - in our ancestors, back and back until.

Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels.

What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.

And some win peace who spend The skill of words to sweeten despair Of finding consolation where Life has but one dark end.

A lost but happy dream may shed its light upon our waking hours, and the whole day may be infected with the gloom of a dreary or sorrowful one; yet of neither may we be able to recover a trace.

An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.

For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there; That music, remote, forlorn.

It’s your privilege to find me incomprehensible. I gave you my minutes

Emotion lay at the very heart of the process of perception, intertwined with intellectual functions, yet adding to perception a quality that reason lacked.

I stand here waiting. To disappear or sing.

If you don't know my name and you don't know what movie I'm from, don't come ask for a picture while I'm trying to eat chipotle

I was a Muslim once, remember, and it was when I was most devout that I was most full of hate.

Willpower is nothing but willingness to do.

I don't belong to anything anymore and I want to feel like I belong to something.

Baby, black promoters oppressed me before white promoters ever got hold of me. Don't talk skin to me.

I always thought that my canine family tended to view me as the funny-looking two-legged dog who runs the can opener.

I don't like drawing characters facing right. If I tried to do that at a book signing, I'd have to pencil it first.