“The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow – So Growl By doing what is right.”

Youth doesn’t need friends — it only needs crowds.

We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion.

I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.

Nobody has ever been able to experience what they have thoroughly understood – or understand what they have experienced until they have achieved a detachment that renders them incapable of repeating the experience.

Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure another chance in life.

I am really only myself when I’m somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.

I don’t want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.

Without you, dearest dearest I couldn’t see or hear or feel or think – or live – I love you so and I’m never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night.

People are like almanacs, Bonnie – you never can find the information you’re looking for, but the casual reading is well worth the trouble.

I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

Why do we spend years using up our bodies to nurture our minds with experience and find our minds turning then to our exhausted bodies for solace?

We get something to do and as soon as we’ve got it, it gets us.

We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising.

Oh, we are going to be so happy away from all the things that almost got us but couldn’t quite because we were too smart for them!

Death is the only real elegance.

Nothing could have survived our life.

Our only chance of long-term survival is not to remain lurking on planet Earth, but to spread out into space.

Earth provides enough to satisfy every man’s needs, but not every man’s greed.

It strikes me that all our knowledge about the structure of our Earth is very much like what an old hen would know of the hundred-acre field in a corner of which she is scratching.

Diamonds are to be found only in the darkness of the earth, and truth in the darkness of the mind.

Earth, turning upon itself, moves round the Sun.

Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth.

The total number of stars in the Universe is larger than all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the planet Earth.

Loneliness is bred of a mind that has grown earth-bound.