The one thing you share with every mortal is death.

Writers, as they gain success, feel like outsiders because writers don't come together in real groups.

Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. Only if you do that can you hope to make the reader feel every particle of what you, the writer, have known and feel compelled to share."---Forward to Kafka's Short stories

[...] so important to believe in a concept of goodness, even if we make it up ourselves. We don't really make it up. it's there, isn't it?" "Oh, yes, it's there," she said. "It's there because we put it there.

You see,' [Armand] said, 'killing other vampires is very exciting; that is why it is forbidden under penalty of death.

His Back was turned to the end of the world and the end of the world was quiet.

I lived like a man who wanted to die but who had no courage to do it himself.