That was one of the virtues of being a pessimist: nothing was ever as bad as you thought it would be.

The main trouble with being an honest man was that it lost you all your illusions.

War don't ennoble men, it turns 'em into dogs. It poisons the soul.

If I never meet you In this life Let me feel the lack A glance from your eyes Then my life Will be yours

The little bit you and me might change the world," Malloy smiled, "it wouldnt show up until a hundred years after we were dead. We'd never see it." "But it'd be there.

If I never meet you In this lifeLet me feel the lackA glance from your eyesThen my life Will be yours

I write to reach eternity

All Welsh knew was that he was scared shitless, and at the same time was afflicted with a choking gorge of anger that any social coercion existed in the world which could force him to be here.

The boy Prewitt loved the songs because they gave him something, a first hint that pain might not be pointless if you could only turn it into something.

Every man has a right to kill himself.

It did not last long. It is only in the movies that knife fighters stab and miss and slash and miss and tussle over several city blocks.

She measured time in pages. Half an hour, to her, meant ten pages read, or fourteen, depending on the size of the type, and when you think of time in this way there isn’t time for anything else.

To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.

Such a mysterious business, motherhood. How brave a woman must be to embark on it.

I'm still compulsively interested in women. It's funny, I've always compulsively photographed women. I still do.

I have the most amazing and supportive family. My parents always encouraged us to aim high and follow our dreams. They instilled in us that nothing worth having comes easy.

All I really care about is that I'm being honest and I'm real and I'm coming from a real place.

We used to have superb public schools. I guess we don't anymore, but, boy, the public schools were really something and I am a product of those in Indianapolis.

Everyone must be given something he can grasp and recognize as his own idea.

Ready to go but never to return.

Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace.