“He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive.”

So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.

You stand on dead men’s legs. You’ve never had any of your own. You couldn’t walk alone between two sunrises and hustle the meat for your belly.

Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.

The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.

I’d rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.

The function of man is to live, not to exist.

If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.

Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.

You look back and see how hard you worked and how poor you were, and how desperately anxious you were to succeed, and all you can remember is how happy you were.

She was thrilling to a desire that urged her to go forward, to be in closer to that fire, to be squabbling with the dogs, and to be avoiding and dodging the stumbling feet of men.

Affluence means influence.

The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.

The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.

One cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.

Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.

Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.

It may have killed the cat but curiosity is what keeps me alive.

The information superhighway? That sounds like a place that’s long and boring and kills 50,000 people a year.

I have never killed any one, but I have read some obituary notices with great satisfaction.

We’re all killers at heart, I have never taken anybody’s life, but I have often read obituary notices with considerable satisfaction.

Everybody is a potential murderer. I’ve never killed anyone, but I frequently get satisfaction reading the obituary notices.

Well you know it’s dangerous in politics, because especially in the Philippines there’s a lot of killing in politics.

Am I killing the kid in me, by strangling my curiosity?

It’s not the Jews that killed Christ. It was a political situation, and it was the Romans who killed Jesus. They put Jesus on the cross, not the Jews