“Are the dead as lonesome as the living?”

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.

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 just live one day at a time. That’s my new theory in life.

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

Most people who become suddenly famous overnight will find that they lose practically eighty percent of their friends. Your old friends just can’t stand it for some reason.

There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.

In my garden, after a rainfall, you can faintly, yes, hear the breaking of new blooms.

Let the dead bury the dead, but while I’m alive, I must live and be happy.

The peace and prosperity we are enjoying now is built on the precious sacrifices of the war dead.

Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.

Just as a tree without roots is dead, a people without history or cultural roots also becomes a dead people.

Some people’s affability is more deadly than the violence of coarser souls.

Capital is dead labour, which, vampire like, lives only by sucking living labour, and lives the more, the more labour it sucks.

Capital is dead labour, which, vampire like, lives only by sucking living labour, and lives the more, the more labour it sucks.

Let go of the things that make you feel dead! Life is worth living!