...for nothing is more boring than being forced to play.

We must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity.

The child's laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown.

The clown may be the source of mirth, but - who shall make the clown laugh?

Out of the frying pan into the fire! What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different!

And it was sad music fit to make you cut your throat.

Despair is the constant companion of the clown.

And from the coffin of your madness there is no escape.

She was feeling supernatural tonight. She wanted to EAT diamonds.

Perhaps...I could not be content with mere contentment!

From beggar to thief is one step, but a step in two directions at the same time, for what a beggar loses in morality when he becomes a thief he regains in self-respect.

Mothers and their children are in a category all their own. There's no bond so strong in the entire world. No love so instantaneous and forgiving.

Thank you! ....for sharing your childhood with me so I could experience the all joys that were missing in mine

The past is far behind. If you still want to look at it, you will painfully stretch your neck muscles. Don't live in the past, leave the past, but learn from it.

Don't put forth for tomorrow what you can do today.

On our life map, he drew a bright circle around twelve through eighteen. This was the abyss where, unguided, black boys were swallowed whole, only to reemerge on corners and prison tiers.

The Queen's intelligence network is a hell of a lot better than anyone's in this palace. Bar none. She knows everything. I don't know how she does it. And she sees everything.

I guess music in general is the transportation business.

A man's foibles are what makes him lovable.

Literature is about as unnecessarily necessarily as tableware or ironed shirts.

We dont have better algorithms, we just have more data