I walked to the lake and sat on the shore for a few minutes, just staring at the moonlight on the water. Moonlight never gets old.

Travel spoils you for regular life.

Hatchery fish have the same colours, but they always seem muted like bad reproductions of great art.

The writer's life: Hard days, lots of work, no money, too much silence. Nobody's fault. You chose it.

Losers walking around with money in their pockets are always dangerous, not to be trusted. Some horse always reaches out and grabs them.

Methods of thought which claim to give the lead to our world in the name of revolution have become, in reality, ideologies of consent and not of rebellion.

Three men riding on a bicycle which has only one wheel, I guess that's surrealism.

The essence of the conflict today, really, is cars versus people…We can have a city that is very friendly to cars, or a city that is very friendly to people. We cannot have both.

What does it matter whether I am shown to be right! I am right too much!--And he who laughs best today will also laugh last.

Color, which is the poet's wealth, is so expensive that most take to mere outline sketches and become men of science.

I never think, 'Where am I going to be in a year's time?' That seems to be a sure way of missing the fact that you might be quite happy now.

I got to fall in love. I got to win a war. I got to write words that inspired a nation.

Only those who keep walking get sweet returns... look at the sun's perseverance- dynamic & always on the move, never dormant... hence keep moving.

I worry a lot about taking care of my dependents, all those perfectly ordinary middle-class preoccupations.

Questions don't have to make sense, Vincent," said Miss Susan. "But answers do.