magic persists without us no matter what we may do to try to spoil it

what matters most is how well you walk through the fire

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.

take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him typing in the beginning

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

News travels fast in places where nothing much ever happens.