I confess I seldom commune with my conscience when I write.

For God's sake, have some self-respect and do not run off at the mouth if your brain is out to lunch.

One can prove or refute anything at all with words. Soon people will perfect language technology to such an extent that they'll be proving with mathematical precision that twice two is seven.

And what does it mean -- dying? Perhaps man has a hundred senses, and only the five we know are lost at death, while the other ninety-five remain alive.

Only one who loves can remember so well.

To make a face from marble means to remove from the slab everything that is not the face

If there is a gun hanging on the wall in the first act, it must fire in the last.