So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
After all, tomorrow is another day.
The difference between literature and journalism is that journalism is unreadable and literature is not read.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.
Because the only people for me are the mad ones.
One man in his time plays many parts.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
All happy families resemble one another, each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mearly players.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
Literature is news that stays news.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
Great literature is simply language charged with meaning to the utmost possible degree.
or simply:
