When its gone, you'll know what a gift love was. you'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.

...falling in love could be achieved in a single word—a glance.

come back, come back to me

Imagining what it is like to be someone other than yourself is at the core of our humanity. It is the essence of compassion, and it is the beginning of morality.

I've never had a moment's doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.

A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.

True intelligence requires fabulous imagination.

I believe the novella is the perfect form of prose fiction. It is the beautiful daughter of a rambling, bloated ill-shaven giant (but a giant who's a genius on his best days).

I'm holding back, delaying the information. I'm lingering in the prior moment because it was a time when other outcomes were still possible.

Observing human variety can give pleasure, but so too can human sameness.

What idiocy, to racing into this story and its labyrinths, sprinting away from our happiness among the fresh spring grasses by the oak.

It's like the seasons. When they start, you're one kind of person, and then when they end, you're somebody different.

Don't pick up hitchhikers!"- D. Adams

But one of the big lessons I have learned from my journey is you can’t please everyone, so don’t try.

Death is the final sleep that you never awaken from.

The funny thing is people won't let me pay for things. I'll be in a restaurant and the manager will say, 'Oh no, it's on the house.'

Losing love is so rich a philosophical ordeal that it makes a hairdresser into a rival of Socrates.

Our ideals, like the gods of old, are constantly demanding human sacrifices.

...boredom was as exhausting as backbreaking labor.

I was doing political cartoons and getting angry to the point where I felt I was going to have to start making and throwing bombs. I thought I was probably a better cartoonist than a bomb maker.