A man who can't bear to share his habits is a man who needs to quit them.
Once you get into cosmological shit like this, you got to throw away the instruction manual
When I was a kid I believed everything I was told, everything I read, and every dispatch sent out by my own overheated imagination. This made for more than a few sleepless nights, but it also filled t...
What can be done when you’re eleven can often never be done again.
We'll just have to get along. That's what people do, you know? They just get along. And try to help each other.
We all do what we can, and it has to be good enough, and if it isn't good enough, it has to do.
Until we see each other again, keep your head together, read some good books, be useful, be happy.
Tough old world, baby. If you're not bolted together tightly, you're gonna shake, rattle, and roll before you turn thirty.
Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them th...
Time is a keyhole, he thought as he looked up at the stars. Yes, I think so. We sometimes bend and peer through it. And the wind we feel on our cheeks when we do - the wind that blows through the keyh...
Time continued to pass - the oldest trick in the world, and maybe the only one that really is magic.
Time apparently did nothing but blunt grief’s sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.
Thought only gives the world an appearance of order to anyone weak enough to be convinced by its show. Colin Wilson The Country of the Blind
This is a short book because most books about writing are filled with bullshit.
The beauty of religious mania is that it has the power to explain everything. Once God (or Satan) is accepted as the first cause of everything which happens in the mortal world, nothing is left to cha...
Speech destroys the function of love, I think-that's a hell of a thing for a writer to say, I guess, but I believe it to be true. If you speak to tell a deer you mean it no harm, it glides away with a...
Sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. It's what you say when you spill a cup of coffee or throw a gutter ball when you're bowling with the girls in the league. True sorrow is as rare as true love.
Sooner or later everything you thought you'd left behind comes around again. For good or ill, it comes around again.
Sometimes you have to go on when you don't feel like it, and sometimes you're doing good work when it feels like all you're managing is to shovel shit from a sitting position.
Sometimes there is absolutely no difference at all between salvation and damnation.