wesat theresmokingcigarettesat5in the morning.

And then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the saddest smile I ever saw.

The centuries are sprinkled with rare magicwith divine creatureswho help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us

my poems are only bits of scratchingon the floor of acage.

peace of mind and heartarriveswhen we accept what is:having beenborn into thisstrange lifewe must acceptthe wasted gamble of ourdaysand take some satisfaction inthe pleasure ofleaving it allbehind.

But it would be like going to Heaven and not finding any of your friends there. Her life would go all beatific and empty in the eyes.

Lila cringed at the ghost of Barron's words, a memory with edges still too sharp to touch.

I remember those happy days and often wish I could speak into the ears of the dead the gratitude which was due to them in life and so ill-returned.

When I say that human beings are just gene machines, one shouldn't put too much emphasis on the word 'just.' There is a very great deal of complication, and indeed beauty in being a gene machine.

Trousers and the reputation of not being a thief are similar in the following way: There is no particular honor in having them butonce they are lost, everyone thinks they have the right to insult us.

Love never claims, it ever gives. Love ever suffers, never resents never revenges itself.

I don't want to be a celebrity who's trying to like say, «look at this charity work I'm doing».

I mistrust the term graphic novel because it sounds like a good thing to put on a tee-shirt. That's why the French like them.

Nothing big ever came from being small.

Society is cancerous and bureaucracy is its cancer.