Technique bridges among ideas, and sometimes generates them.
Rule of science: only exclude purpose, and Nature will reveal her causes.
The right time to die is never exactly now.
Death promises nothing – not even oblivion.
Only death rescues us from dying.
Death is hacking away at my address book and party lists.
Death is just around the corner. If only it would stay there.
Death is always there, just beneath the surface.
The wretchedness of failure is the great attraction of success.
Failures are easier to repeat than successes.
Small successes are still successes; great failures are still failures.
Realism: the wealth of detail guarantees the truth of the tale.
The real reality is always just around the corner.
Realism absorbs the ideal by adding a few small imperfections. Example: it paints a few specks of mud on the white gown of the Lady in the Garden.
The facts, even the real ones, must be imagined before they can be stated.
Placing the extraordinary at the center of the ordinary, as realism does, is a great comfort to us stay-at-homes.
The absolute has moved into the fortress of the absurd.
In even the happiest love story, the World wins at last.
Only the strong and the hopeful are able to revolt.
I was once in love with books. Now they go their way and I go mine.