On the wall of our life together hung a gun waiting to be fired in the final act.

We all live in suspense, from day to day, from hour to hour; in other words, we are the hero of our own story.

Modern neurosis began with the discoveries of Copernicus. Science made men feel small by showing him that the earth was not the center of the universe.

Every age has a keyhole to which its eye is pasted.

Understanding is often a prelude to forgiveness, but they are not the same, and we often forgive what we cannot understand (seeing nothing else to do) and understand what we cannot pardon.

Every word she writes is a lie, including "and" and "the."

Bureaucracy, the rule of no one, has become the modern form of despotism.

If someone tells you he is going to make a 'realistic decision', you immediately understand that he has resolved to do something bad.

For self-realization, a rebel demands a strong authority, a worthy opponent, God to his Lucifer.

We are the hero of our own story.

Liberty, as it is conceived by current opinion, has nothing inherent about it; it is a sort of gift or trust bestowed on the individual by the state pending good behavior.

It's just me throwing myself at you, romance as usual, us times us, not lust but moxibustion, a substance burning closeto the body as possiblewithout risk of immolation.

She'd been taking care of others for so long that she scarcely recognized herself when she looked in the mirror.

All the sugar was in the bottom of the cup.

For what is man without desires, without free will, and without the power of choice but a stop in an organ pipe?

You hope that your teenage self would like and forgive your 50-year-old self.

The seeds that we speed into life to be trees, will soon become fallen if thier roots aren't deep.

I don't think about the end game. I've got lots to occupy my mind. It's the rage that keeps me going.

Life is like a stew, you have to stir it frequently, or all the scum rises to the top.

Lord, I am willing to break my heart in order that I may satisfy Thy heart!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!