I can't imagine a life without a story.

I had the impression that her place was near mine, but even by bus it took about twenty minutes. She lived alone in an apartment house, square and white like a block of tofu, on the edge of town.

Love is love. It doesn't matter what kind it is.

I used to think that people are were supposed to be more strange, and dirty, and full of all sorts of emotions, pity and nobility, with infinite layers of complications.

It was the truth. I felt a yearning love for every instant that passed.

The seeds of salvation are buried in every act of evil.

There’s hardly anybody who doesn’t hate somebody now, and nobody at all whom somebody doesn’t hate.

I'm into all things German. Everything that I own is German. As far as cars go, anyway.

If you're not failing 90% of the time, then you're probably not working on sufficiently challenging problems.

Flood your mind continually with pictures of the health, happiness, and prosperity that you desire.

I wouldn't be surprised if one day Carl's halo slipped and choked him.

The paradox of publicity is that even as we do it, we know it's killing off the chance of another reader happening across our book in the ideal state of innocence.

Words are the soul's ambassadors, who go / Abroad upon her errands to and fro.

There are many tongues to talk, and but few heads to think.

In love we do not think of moral qualities, and scarcely of intellectual ones. Temperament and manner alone, with beauty, excite love.