Right and wrong aren't dropped from the sky. We. We make them. Against misery. Invariably, Harry, invariably--he grows confident of his ability to negotiate long words--misery follows their disobedien...
Rabbit realised the world was not solid and benign, it was a shabby set of temporary arrangements rigged up for the time being, all for the sake of money. You just passed through, and they milked you...
Nature leads you up like a mother and as soon as she gets her little contribution leaves you with nothing.
I love you, he says, and the fact that he doesn’t makes it true.
Everybody who tells you how to act has whisky on their breath.
America teaches its children that every passion can be transmuted into an occasion to buy.
A yawning repetitiveness as of a man who knows few words but will not stop talking.
The cinema has done more for my spiritual life than the church. My ideas of fame, success and beauty all originate from the big screen. Whereas Christian religion is retreating everywhere and losing m...
Russia is the only country of the world you can be homesick for while you're still in it.
You have a life and there are these volumes on either side that go unvisited; some day soon as the world winds he will lie beneath what he now stands on, dead as those insects whose sound he no longer...
Which witch is which?
We were all brought up to want things and maybe the world isn't big enough for all that wanting. I don't know. I don't know anything
We dress our garden, eat our dinners, discuss the household with our wives, and these things make no impression, are forgotten next week; but in the solitude to which every man is always returning, he...
This life is the one to be lived now, that much is crystal-clear. What did Thoreau supposedly say—‘One world at a time’?
The thing about her is, she’s good-natured. He knew it the second he saw her standing by the parking meters. He could just tell from the soft way her belly looked. With women, you keep bumping against...
Suspect each moment, for it is a thief, tiptoeing away with more than it brings.
Not only are selves conditional but they die. Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?
Let us not mock God with metaphor,Analogy, sidestepping, transcendence;Making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the
It’s the truth. It just felt like the whole business was fetching and hauling, all the time trying to hold this mess together she was making all the time.
It's the strange thing about you mystics, how often your little ecstasies wear a skirt.