If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.

This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish.

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.

I know history. There are many names in historybut none of them are ours.

Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here's the desire to put it inside us, and then the question behind every question: What happens next?

Dear Forgiveness, you know that recentlywe have had our difficulties and there are many thingsI want to ask you.

We clutch our bellies and roll on the floor...When I say this, it should mean laughter, not poison.

There is an empty space next to you in the backseat of the station wagon. Make it the shape of everything you need. Now say hello.

When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.

Was then not all sorrow in time, all self-torment and fear in time? Were not all difficulties and evil in the world conquered as soon as one conquered time, as soon as one dispelled time?

The first principle of time is that it must be converted into product.

Politics doesn’t mean playing deceitful and trickery games against the people, it means playing resourceful and organized games for the people.

To know only one thing well is to have a barbaric mind: civilization implies the graceful relation of all varieties of experience to a central human system of thought.

I feel very happy to be living in Berkeley because there are a lot of people who are politically active here.

She was so evidently the victim of the civilization which had produced her, that the links of her bracelet seemed like manacles chaining her to her fate.

All men of honor are alone.

Put faith in one who's had experience.

It's annoying to be disapproved of by people who know only half the story, especially when you're not sure which half they know.