You love life because life's all there is.

The first horror is there's horror. The second is you accommodate it.

You can't live in dread of something for long without beginning to crave it.

I didn't cry. Real things don't make me cry. Only false or sentimental things can do that. In this respect I'm like most civilised humans.

You think horror enters spectacularly. It doesn't. It just prosaically turns up. Even in the first seconds you know you'll find it a room.

Humans are moving into a new phase, one based on the knowledge that talking about their feelings has never got them anywhere.

By all means, become an abomination--but only while unhinged by grief or wrath.

All motivation derives from the primary fact of mortality. Take mortality away and motivation loses its...motivation.

I read somewhere that when you're a kid it's people's cruelty that makes you cry, then when you're an adult it's their kindness.

There's always someone's father, someone's mother, someone's wife, someone's son. This is the problem with killing and eating people. One of the problems.

Everybody makes mistakes, but when the same ones become consistent, they are commitments.

Every hero becomes a bore at last.

That which we are, we are, and if we are ever to be any better, now is the time to begin.

Her Majesty is not a subject.

No use crying over spilled milk.

It was a small thing, but it was a thing, and things have a way of either dying or growing, and it wasn’t dying.

I was born to be a point guard, but not a very good one.

I have never witnessed on any previous occasion such entire disregard of the usage of civilized warfare and the dictates of humanity.

A man with a good coat upon his back meets with a better reception than he who has a bad one.

To do justice to the figure of Kafka in its purity and its peculiar beauty one must never lose sight of one thing: it is the purity and beauty of a failure.