The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.

She is pure Alice in Wonderland, and her appearance and demeanor are a nicely judged mix of the Red Queen and a Flamingo.

Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.

A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That's why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet.

I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.

The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.

Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.

I love New York, even though it isn't mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.

When you've got nowhere to turn, turn on the gas.

Well, I'm about as tall as a shotgun, and just as noisy.

A man who doesn't dream is like a man who doesn't sweat. He stores up a lot of poison.

Memory has a heavy backspin, yet it’s still impossible to land exactly where we took off.

He was not oppressed by a crowd because in the midst of all the hullabaloo he always found a quiet place for his soul.

Buried deep within each one of us lies a treasure. It is our mission in this lifetime to find this treasure, but its exact location is known only by the dragon that guards it.

The car business is a lot like football. In football, you have to win once a week. In the car business, you have to win every day.

In winter, some voices are like coats.

Take a course in good water and air; and in the eternal youth of Nature you may renew your own. Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you.

Not only am I putting music out there, I'm giving part of myself away.

...and while ambition sleeps inside of me I content myself with memories of glitter and despair.

One has often wondered whether upon the whole earth there is anything so unintelligent, so unapt to perceive how the world is really going, as an ordinary young Englishman of our upper class.

Bach and Beethoven, all of them, they had to write something to please the upper structure, those with money and power.