One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars.
Secrets affect you more than you’d think. You lie to keep them hidden. You steer talk away from them. You worry someone’ll discover yours and tell the world. You think you are in charge of the secret, but isn’t it the secret who’s actually using you?
War may be an auction for countries. For soldiers it's a lottery.
Trees're always a relief, after people.
Mother used to say escape is never further than the nearest book.
Faith, the least exclusive club on Earth, has the craftiest doorman. Every time I've stepped through its wide-open doorway, I find myself stepping out on the street again.
History admits no rules; only outcomes.
She has to lose her pre-Copernican view of a universe revolving around herself.
The act of memory is an act of ghostwriting.
If you show someone something you've written, you give them a sharpened stake, lie down in your coffin, and say, ‘When you’re ready’.
The body is the outermost layer of the mind.
How vulgar, this hankering after immortality, how vain, how false. Composers are merely scribblers of cave paintings. One writes music because winter is eternal and because, if one didn't, the wolves and blizzards would be at one's throat all the sooner.
Freedom!- is the fatuous jingle of our civilization, but only those deprived of it have the barest inkling re: what the stuff actually is.
Italians give their city sexes, and they all agree that the sex for a particular city is quite correct, but none of them can explain why. I love that. London's middle-aged and male, respectably married but secretly gay.
If war's first victim is truth, its second is clerical efficiency.
To enslave an individual troubles your consciences, Archivist, but to enslave a clone is no more troubling than owning the latest six-wheeler ford, ethically. Because you cannot discern our differences, you assume we have none. But make no mistake: even same-stem fabricants cultured in the same wombtank are as singular as snowflakes.
If I want to act relaxed, it's going to take all my cunning, skill, and concentration.
Hate eats the hater the way ogres eat little boys.
Good moods’re as fragile as eggs...Bad moods’re as fragile as bricks.
Peace, though beloved of our Lord, is a cardinal virtue only if your neighbors share your conscience.
I’m scared of the future. I’m scared of the past. I’m nervous at the moment.
These jokes the world plays, they're not funny at all.
This world, he thinks, contains just one masterpiece, and that is itself.
Women, O, women! They'll find the baddest meanin' in your words & hold it up.
Nothing is as eloquent as nothing.
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