The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn’t let her. “Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?” she asked me. “The big show is inside my head,” I said.
If what Jesus said was good, what can it matter whether he was God or not?
I think you guys are going to have to come up with a lot of wonderful new lies, or people just aren’t going to want to go on living.
Be patient, Ophelia. Love, Hamlet.
You’ll forget it when you’re dead, and so will I. When I’m dead, I’m going to forget everything–and I advise you to do the same.
There are almost no characters in this story, and almost no dramatic confrontations, because most of the people in it are so sick and so much the listless playthings of enormous forces. One of the main effects of war, after all, is that people are discouraged from being characters.
When everything was beautiful and nothing hurt...
Goodbye blue Monday.
Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die.
The most heartbreakingly beautiful girl I ever hope to see.
The champagne was dead. So it goes.
Sometimes I wonder if he wasn’t born dead. I never met a man who was less interested in the living. Sometimes I think that’s the trouble with the world: too many people in high places who are stone-cold dead.
But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned to a pillar of salt. So it goes. People aren’t supposed to look back. I’m certainly not going to do it anymore.
There is no WHY, since the moment simply is, and since all of us are simply trapped in the moment, like bugs in Amber.
As stupid and vicious as men are, this is a lovely day.
Roses are red, And ready for plucking, You’re sixteen, And ready for high school.
In the water I am beautiful.
True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.
And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’
Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way.