The more south we were, the more deep a sky it seemed, till, in the Valley of Mexico, I thought it held back an element too strong for life, and that the flamy brilliance of blue stood off this menace...
On Broadway it was still bright afternoon and the gassy air was almost motionless under the leaden spokes of sunlight, and sawdust footprints lay about the doorways of butcher shops and fruit stores....
Fantasia, fantasia, fantasia. Si trasforma in realtà. Essa sorregge, essa altera, essa redime!
There is no limit to the amount of intelligence invested in ignorance when the need for illusion runs deep.
A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep.
We are funny creatures. We don't see the stars as they are, so why do we love them? They are not small gold objects, but endless fire.
Sometimes I wished I could become a shoemaker too.
Society is what beats me. Alone I can be pretty good, but let me go among people and there’s the devil to pay.
Of course, in an age of madness, to expect to be untouched by madness is a form of madness. But the pursuit of sanity can be a form of madness, too.
It was clear that the man was no fool. But what was the use of not being a fool if you acted like this?
I am something of a crank about sleep, for if I get seven and a quarter hours instead of eight I feel afflicted and drag myself around, although there's nothing really wrong with me. It's just another...
Being right was largely a matter of explanations.
Alternatives and particularly desirable alternatives grow only on imaginary trees.
The challenge of modern freedom, or the combination of isolation and freedom which confronts you, is to make yourself up. The danger is that you may emerge from the process as a not-entirely-human cre...
Only self-hatred could lead him to ruin himself because his heart was broken.
If I'm out of my mind, it's all right with me, thought Moses Herzog.
I wish my dead days would quit bothering me and leave me alone. The bad stuff keeps coming back, and it's the worst rhythm there is. The repetition of a man's bad self, that's the worst suffering that...
I don’t actually take much stock in the collapsing culture bit. I’m beginning to see it instead as the conduct of life without input from your soul.
How should I know why! I didn't invent human beings, Iggy.
Herzog abandoned this theme with characteristic abruptness