….it was a brave man’s fear. I knew what he meant. What must a brave general feel when he knows the battle has gone against him and nothing remains but death?

I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.

I don't like myself you know. I love myself. I'm devoted to myself till my dying day. But I don't like myself.

My life's been too much of a self-created vocation. And there are times when I think I've done everything in the name of defiance.

A singer can shatter glass with the proper high note," he said, "but the simplest way to break glass is simply to drop it on the floor.

[...] 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.

Heaven would be Hell in no time if every cruel, selfish, vicious soul went to Heaven.