You can't stamp on a man's corns when he's got his feet cut off.

Then he laughed and she laughed. And quivering with the movement of the train, the dead man seemed to laugh too.

I kissed her, a long hard kiss. Because baby didn't know it, but baby was dead, and in a way I couldn't have loved her more.

There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.

There are thirty-two ways to write a story, and I’ve used every one, but there is only one plot – things are not as they seem.

When life attains a crisis, man’s focus narrows. […] The world becomes a stage of immediate concern, swept free of illusion.

You've got forever; and somehow you can't do much with it. You've got forever; and it's a mile wide and an inch deep and full of alligators.

I'd been chasing females all my life, not paying no mind to the fact that whatever's got tail at one end has teeth at the other, and now I was getting chomped.

I found out long ago that the place where the law is apt to be abused the most is right around a courthouse.

If the Good Lord made a mistake in us people it was in making us want to live when we’ve got the least excuse for it.

A weed is a plant out of place.

The most complicated skill is to be simple.

You know, When does a girl asks you for a selfie ?When she got the solution to the biggest mathematical equation of this Society.

It's shocking the things we call love.

If Hitch were a person, he'd be Mother Theresa or Gandhi or someone who treated all living creatures with the respect they deserve. It's depressing how my dog is a better human being than I am.

My mission was that I wanted to see people on the street that I don't know wearing my clothes. That excites me.

Everyone wants to get behind the red rope, but actually: be yourself, don't believe what you see, don't believe all this marketing.

The value of many men and books rests solely on their faculty for compelling all to seek out the most hidden and intimate things.

Inspiration and work ethic - they ride right next to each other.

The entire hierarchy of angels can best be described as an endlessly vast sphere of beings, who surround an unknowable centre-point, which is called God.

Of course language manifests a belief only if we use its words with the implied acceptance of their appositeness.