All human accomplishment has this same origin, identically. Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination! It converts to actual. It sustains, it alters, it redeems!
The two real problems in life are boredom and death.
Live or die but don't poison everything.
Love is the most potent cosmetic.
All a writer has to do to get a woman is to say he's a writer. It's an aphrodisiac.
It is a joy to be choked with thought.
Those who have a why to live for can bear almost any how. The necessary premise is that a person is somehow more than his or her "characteristics," all the emotions, strivings, tastes, and constructions which it pleases us to call "My Life." We have grounds to hope that a Life is something more than a cloud of particles, mere facticity. Go through what is comprehensible and you conclude that only the incomprehensible gives any light.
We are always looking for the book it is necessary to read next.
I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos.
I am moneys medium. It passes through me- taxes, insurance, mortgage, child support, rent, legal fees. All this dignified blundering costs plenty.
Boredom is an instrument of social control. Power is the power to impose boredom, to command stasis, to combine this stasis with anguish. The real tedium, deep tedium, is seasoned with terror and with death.
I love solitude, but I prize it most when plenty of company is available.
I am more stupid about some things than others; not equally stupid in all directions; I am not a well-rounded person.
The stillness in art characterizes prayer, and the eye of the storm.
One thought-murder a day keeps the psychiatrist away.
I am a phoenix who runs after arsonists.
In Los Angeles all the loose objects in the country were collected, as if America had been tilted and everything that wasn't tightly screwed down had slid into Southern California.
Alternatives, and particularly desirable alternatives, grow only on imaginary trees.
I'm glad I haven't lived in vain.
Strict seriousness was far more dangerous than any joke.
When I didn't argue he was satisfied he had persuaded me, and was not the first to make that mistake.
Goodness is achieved not in a vacuum, but in the company of other men, attended by love.
In the greatest confusion there is still an open channel to the soul. It may be difficult to find because by midlife it is overgrown, and some of the wildest thickets that surround it grow out of what we describe as our education. But the channel is always there, and it is our business to keep it open, to have access to the deepest part of ourselves.
We are funny creatures. We don't see the stars as they are, so why do we love them? They are not small gold objects, but endless fire.
Retirement is an illusion. Not a reward but a mantrap. The bankrupt underside of success. A shortcut to death. Golf courses are too much like cemeteries.
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