The pain of love does not break hearts, it merely seasons them. The disappointed heart revives itself and grows meaty and piquant. Sorrow expands it and makes it pithy. The spirit, on the other hand, can snap like a bone and may never fully knit.
There were no mail-order catalogues in 1492. Marco Polo’s journal was the wish book of Renaissance Europe. Then, Columbus sailed the ocean blue and landed in Sears’ basement. Despite all the Indians on the escalator, Columbus’ visit came to be known as a “discovery.
In the world according to the positivist, the inspiring thing about scrambled eggs is that any way you turn them they’re sunny side up. In the world according to the existentialist, the hopeless thing about scrambled eggs is that any way you turn them they’re scrambled.
I asked Mr. Wrangle what you were like. He said you were hornet juice and rosebuds in a container of gazelle meat.
Existence can be rearranged. A man can be many things. I am special and free. And the world is round round round.
True stability results when presumed order and presumed disorder are balanced. A truly stable system expects the unexpected, is prepared to be disrupted, waits to be transformed.
Most people do not have the guts to direct their own movie – let alone star in it.
A book no more contains reality than a clock contains time.
Your petal from the salty rose.
Beer’s nice for being glad and dizzy, and sometimes for the mystery and stuff, but the happy that comes out of a beer can is not like the real happy you got to make in your heart.
Time brought along its secretary, memory, and space brought its brat, loneliness.
Perhaps sound carries farther across time than across space.
In the life of the individual, an aesthetic sensibility is both more authentic and more commendable than a political or religious one.
Not surprisingly, the socks remain silent, as was their legal right.
As they say in my country, have a nice day.
Kudra was amused by Alobar’s tentative polka until her eyes fell upon the tumescent protrusion dancing with him. Disgusting she thought. An erection is just inappropriate. Then she realized with a shock that she was so wet that children could have sailed toy boats in her underpants.
If I have been given any gift in this life, it’s my ability to live simultaneously in the rational world and the world of imagination.
Okay, it is what it is and I am what I it, but its isness and my itness seem to be stretching the meaning of “is” and “it.
To specialize is to brush one tooth. When a person specializes he channels all of his energies through one narrow conduit; he knows one thing extremely well and is ignorant of almost everything else.
Sometimes one gets the idea that life thinks it’s still living in Paris in the thirties.