I can't think of another writer who can move me as surreptitiously as Vian does

I think we all have a little bit of that beautiful madness that keeps us walking when everything around us is so insanely sane.

Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.

Of all our feelings the only one which really doesn't belong to us is hope. Hope belongs to life, it's life itself defending itself. Etcetera.

Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are.

The evolution from happiness to habit is one of death's best weapons.

Time is born in the eyes, everybody knows that.

Only by living absurdly is it possible to break out of this infinite absurdity.

The novel wins by points, the short story by knockout.

A short story relies on those values that make poetry and jazz what they are: tension, rhythms, inner beat, into unforeseen within foreseen parameters

Everything can be killed except nostalgia for the kingdom, we carry it in the color of our eyes, in every love affair, in everything that deeply torments and unties and tricks.

Walking in the path of light is heavenly paradise.

You belong to the world. Don’t be afraid to be a part of it.

Man is the only creature endowed with the power of laughter.

People want to be part of something larger than themselves. They want to be part of something they're really proud of, that they'll fight for, sacrifice for, that they trust.

Global climate change needs global action now. The alarm bells ought to be ringing in every capital of the world.

He is short-sighted who looks only on the path he treads and the wall on which he leans.

Another turn in my life happened when I took on the Canada Council.

For what I have accomplished and what I have become, I have to to thank my industry much more, my indefatigable working, rather than any outstanding talent.

Study's overrated. Just find someone smart to copy off. -Adrian to Lissa

the Mind of Man-- My haunt, and the main region of my song.