Translation is the circulatory system of the world's literatures

Sanity is a cozy lie.

A family's photograph album is generally about the extended family and, often, is all that remains of it.

The taste for quotations (and for the juxtaposition of incongruous quotations) is a Surrealist taste.

A fiction about soft or easy deaths is part of the mythology of most diseases that are not considered shameful or demeaning.

What is the most beautiful in virile men is something feminine; what is most beautiful in feminine women is something masculine.

I haven't been everywhere, but it's on my list.

In place of a hermeneutics we need an erotics of art.

Surrealism in painting amounted to little more than the contents of a meagerly stocked dream world: a few witty fantasies, mostly wet dreams and agoraphobic nightmares.

It is easier to endure than to change. But once one has changed, what was endured is hard to recall.

A large part of the popularity and persuasiveness of psychology comes from its being a sublimated spiritualism: a secular, ostensibly scientific way of affirming the primacy of "spirit" over matter.

We have accepted it as our unique problem and the fate of our kingdom and have found ways to live on without the sun. We all can be happy if we choose to be."- Sari

If you don't respect yourself, don't expect others to respect you.

I'm going, she said. I love you but you're crazy, you're doomed.

No one needs to feel sorry for me or anyone else who has fallen victim to success.

Peace is never a perfect achievement.

... Don't mistake any of this for altruism...Fear and greed just doesn't work. If you want to be successful, quality and service just works better.

Nothing sharpens the arrow of sarcasm so keenly as the courtesy that polishes it; no reproach is like that we clothe with a smile and present with a bow.

Nathan always believed his wife was trying to poison him but he didn't seem to mind. He said it made life kind of exciting.

The red carpet we roll out come sizzling medium rare.

The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.