To take an Annamite to bed with you is like taking a bird: they twitter and sing on your pillow |
Unhappiness in a child accumulates because he sees no end to the dark tunnel. The thirteen weeks of a term might just as well be thirteen years. |
We are all of us resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to. |
We mustn't complain too much of being comedians -- it's an honorable profession. If only we could be good ones the world might gain at least a sense of style. We have failed -- that's all. We are bad comedians, we aren't bad men. |
When we are not sure, we are alive. |
When you visualized a man or woman carefully, you could always begin to feel pity -- that was a quality God's image carried with it. When you saw the lines at the corners of the eyes, the thape of the mouth, how the hair grew, it was impossible to hate. Hate was just a failure of imagination. |
Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those, who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear, which is inherent in a human condition |
You think it more difficult to turn air into wine than to turn wine into blood? |
You think it more difficult to turn air into wine than to turn wine into blood? |