Remember, the firemen are rarely necessary. The public itself stopped reading of its own accord.
Remember that pianist who said that if he did not practice every day he would know, if he did not practice for two days, the critics would know, after three days, his audience would know.
Pero eso es lo maravilloso en el hombre; nunca se descorazona o disgusta tanto como para no empezar de nuevo. Sabe
People forget if they don't keep testing things.
People die every day, psychologically speaking. Some part of them gets tired. And that small part tries to kill off the entire person.
Or we'll go that way. Or we'll walk on the highways now, and we'll have time to putthings into ourselves. And some day, after it sets in us a long time, it'll come out ofour hands and our mouths. And...
No person ever died that had a family.
No aflijamos a los hombres con recuerdos. Que olviden. Quememos, quemémoslo todo. El fuego es brillante y limpio.
My dear, you never will understand time, will you? You're always trying to be the things you were, instead of the person you are tonight. Why do you save those ticket stubs and theater programs? They'...
Live as if you'd drop dead in 10 seconds!
Let me alone, said Mildred. I didn’t do anything. Let you alone! That’s all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How...
Le téléviseur est réel. Il est présent. Il a ses dimensions. Il vous dit ce qu'il faut penser, vous le hurle à la figure. Il doit avoir raison. Il semble avoir raison. Il vous pousse à un tel rythme v...
It's poor judgment', said Grandpa 'to call anything by a name. We don't know what a hobgoblin or a vampire or a troll is. Could be lots of things. You can't heave them into categories with labels and...
It was pretty silly quoting poetry around free and easy like that. It was the act of a silly damn snob. Give man a few lines of verse and he thinks he's the Lord of all Creation. You think you can wal...
If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.’ – Juan Ramón Jiménez
I'd like to know what a place is when I'm . I'd like to be .
How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike.
His library was a fine dark place bricked with books, so anything could happen there and always did. All you had to do was pull a book from the shelf and open it and suddenly the darkness was not so d...
Because the Muse persists.
And suddenly everything, absolutely everything, was there.