“I’m one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.”

I’m old-fashioned and think that reading books is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised.

They say the first love’s most important. That’s very romantic, but not my experience.

No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.

What does the world get from two people/who exist in a world of their own?

Generally speaking, life is so rich and full of variety; you have to remember all the time that there is a comical side to everything.

I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.

I’m working on the world, revised, improved edition, featuring fun for fools blues for brooders, combs for bald pates, tricks for old dogs.

There’s simply too much fuss about myself.

Animals don’t even try to look any different from what nature intended. They humbly wear their shells, scales, spines, plumes, pelts, and down. The conscious impulse to change one’s appearance is found only among humans.

Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

Even the worst book can give us something to think about.

Loveless work, boring work, work valued only because others haven’t got even that much, however loveless and boring – this is one of the harshest human miseries.

And whatever I do will become forever what I’ve done.

Is a decision made in advance really any kind of choice?

Something doesn’t start at its usual time. Something doesn’t happen as it should. Someone was always, always here, then suddenly disappeared and stubbornly stays disappeared.

We’re extremely fortunate not to know precisely the kind of world we live in. One would have to live a long, long time, unquestionably longer than the world itself.

When hope is in your bones, the happiness in your heart will never be alone.

The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.

Love isn’t always about flowers and happy endings, sometimes its about letting go with love screaming in your bones.

In a shared fish, there are no bones.

Kill all the men you have slept with. Put the bones in a box and send it into the sea with flowers.

Baseball players need strength but also the ability to make fast-paced, explosive movements, so their training is all about strengthening the tendons around the bone and the joint so you don’t tear the muscles from the bones.

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.

A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body – the wishbone.