Where there's guts, there's curiosity, and where there's curiosity, there's guts.

Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.

The better you were able to imagine what you wanted to imagine, the farther you could flee from reality.

A person’s destiny is something you look back at afterwards, not something to be known in advance.

We were young, and we had no need for prophecies. Just living was itself an act of prophecy.

Spending plenty of time on something can be the most sophisticated form of revenge.

The passage of time will usually extract the venom of most things and render them harmless

Living like an empty shell is not really living, no matter how many years it may go on. The heart and flesh of an empty shell give birth to nothing more than the life of an empty shell.

When you are used to the kind of life -of never getting anything you want- you stop knowing what it is you want.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But it was not until much later that I was able to get any real sleep. In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance.

I am always happy because I have no other choice.

I Know not everyone will like me, but this is who I am So if you don't like it, Tough!

We learn to love when we’re young. If we learn hating better, it has to go somewhere. We can hate ourselves or we can hate somebody else. Most people would rather hate somebody else.

I wish you'd help me look into a more interesting problem - namely, my sanity.

You should have long since gotten rid of military-industrial complexes.

Let [Ted] Cruz - let the people go to the courts and see if he's here legitimately. I don't know. I'm not going to get into that.

We have taught a generation to feast and play but the times demand we fast and pray.

The life of expression is the tuning fork by which we find our way to the sacred.

The short story is still like the novel's wayward younger brother, we know that it's not respectable - but I think that can also add to the glory of it.

I'd love to slit my mother-in-law's corsets and watch her spread to death.