The writer's only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one... If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the Ode on a Grecian Urn is worth any num...
I will never lie again.
I mind how I said to you once that there is a price for being good the same as for being bad; a cost to pay. And it's the good men that cant deny the bill when it comes around. They cant deny it for t...
Sometimes i think there must be a sort of pollen of ideas floating in the air, which fertilizes similarly minds here and there which have not had direct contact.
…I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered tak...
They killed us, but they ain't whooped us yet.
Men have been pacifists for every reason under the sun except to avoid danger and fighting.
I lied, I said. ...I know it, he said.Then do something about it. Do anything, just so it's something.I cant, he said.There aint anything to do? Not anything?I didn't say that, Grandfather said. I sai...
Stars were golden unicorns neighing unheard through blue meadows.
One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is j...
I know now that what makes a fool is an inability to take even his own good advice.
All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection.
Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the base of our splendid failure to do the impossible.
When the switch fell I could feel it upon my flesh; when it welted and ridged it was my blood that ran, and I would think with each blow of the switch: Now you are aware of me! Now I am something in y...
Idleness breeds our better virtues.
Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Do not bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.
It was too late. Maybe yesterday, while I was still a child, but not now. I knew too much, had seen too much, I was a child no longer now; innocence and childhood were forever lost, forever gone from...
You don't dare think whole even to yourself the entirety of a dear hope or wish let alone a desperate one else you yourself have doomed it.