“Have you never heard what the wise men say: all of the future exists in the past.”

They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurance of our identities?

The problem with living outside the law is that you no longer have its protection.

Imagination, of course, can open any door – turn the key and let terror walk right in.

I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.

Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.

And in this moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain came.

It’s a very excruciating life facing that blank piece of paper every day and having to reach up somewhere into the clouds and bring something down out of them.

The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.

I can see every monster as they come in.

Reading dreams. That’s what started her walking down the road. Every day she’d walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.

Great fury, like great whisky, requires long fermentation.

Are the dead as lonesome as the living?

There is nobody in the world that you can’t get if you really concentrate on it, if you really want them. You’ve got to want it to the exclusion of everything else.

You can’t give your heart to a wild thing.

A work of art is one of mystery, the one extreme magic; everything else is either arithmetic or biology.

Home is where you feel at home. I’m still looking.

I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.

No man chooses evil because it is evil; he just mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.

He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn’t occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.

Science is what you know, philosophy is what you don’t know.

The curious sterility of utopias comes from the absence within them of any scope for initiative, any room for plurality.

Life is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.

Family not only need to consist of merely those whom we share blood, but also for those whom we’d give blood.

Unrest and pain and sorrow are the shadows of life.