“The human heart would never pass the drunk test…. If you took the human heart out of the human body and put a pair of legs on it and told it to walk a straight line, it couldn’t do it.”

Vanity, fear, desire, competition – all such distortions within our own egos – condition our vision of those in relation to us.

Being disappointed is one thing and being discouraged is something else. I am disappointed but I am not discouraged.

In all these years, you never believed I loved you. And I did. I did so much. I did love you. I even loved your hate and your hardness.

Blanche: No, I have the misfortune of being an English instructor. I attempt to instill a bunch of bobby-soxers and drugstore Romeos with a reverence for Hawthorne and Whitman and Poe!

There is no pleasure in the world like writing well and going fast.

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

For time is the longest distance between two places.

We have to distrust each other. It is our only defense against betrayal.

To change is to live, to live is to change, and not to change is to die.

I have always been more interested in creating a character that contains something crippled. I think nearly all of us have some kind of defect.

A bedroom is just as nice as whoever sleeps in it with you.

We lose the magic whenever we stop telling our story and begin to wonder how we’re doing, if we’re selling it, if the listener likes us.

Don’t look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you’ll know you’re dead.

We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.

The object of art is to make eternal the desperately fleeting moment.

If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.

I fling myself down on my back, throw my arms and legs out so that I look like an asterisk, and gaze at the sky.

We may switch presidents, but we`re just going to switch legs and keep on marching.

The people who criticise you will not be the ones taking care of your legs when you are in your wheelchair.

I’m in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren’t, either. Nobody goes faster than the legs they have.

I think there’s a little me hiding behind your leg, Chichi.” “I’m Goten.” “I’m Goku. Hi!” …. “Daddy!

The legs that I have made are far more perfect than the ones nature would have given me – my mother’s side of the family have awful legs.

I don’t know what it’s like to be an arm amputee, or have even one flesh-and-bone leg, or to have cerebral palsy.

In the same way the lifted leg of an arabesque becomes a wing, and not a mechanical leverage like a raised trap door.