If you cannot work on the marriage or the women is a moron, staying married and cheating makes the most sense because divorce is disruptive to the family life and your bank account.

I know too much from personal observation from how the poor and working classes live to be satisfied with a system which makes their lives one unceasing round of toil, deprivation and anxiety.

A self made man is a rarity and hated by the parasites that floated to fame thought their parents, relatives and contacts.

Every conversation, every failure, every opportunity is a chance to get better. Starting today.

Dangerous objects are glamorous places to be.

So, if anatomy is destiny then testosterone is doom.

What was tortuously secured by complex argument becomes widely shared intuition, so obvious that we forget its provenance. We don’t see it, because we see with it.

The true success is the person who invented himself.

I love going to the factories of La Plata, or Little Havana and seeing them roll cigars. I get excited. To me it is more beautiful than a topless club

In the final analysis courage is nothing but an affirmative answer to the shocks of existence, to the shocks which it is necessary to bear for the sake of realizing one's own nature.

Answers? Forget answers. The spectacle is all in the questions.

Win the dreams. Period.

He’d never met a parent who wanted so desperately to pursue and exact revenge, nor one who seemed quite so capable of doing just that.

How many times would he disappoint you in a day if you were married to him, Ursula wondered?

Patriotism is not short frenzied outbursts of emotion but the tranquil and steady dedicaton of a lifetime.

Pour a liquid out of its container, and it changes shape, fills the space you give it. If you give children a lot of space, it may surprise you where they'll go and the shape they'll take.

Smoke like a chimney, work like a horse, eat without thinking, go for a walk only in really pleasant company.

I've always been a magnet for guilt.

As The O.C. started up again, I started to feel myself potentially getting pulled away.

What is writing, no matter how lavish the pieces, if it says nothing of the truth, cares little for the heart, and is merely subservient to the pleasure of showing one's brilliance.

I spit into the face of time that has transfigured me