Fear of an enemy can often blind men to other hazards, not least the shape which they themselves make in the world.

You either stick or you quit. And I wouldnt quit you I dont care what you done.

in dreams it is often the case that the greatest extravagances seem bereft of their power to astonish and the most improbable chimeras seem commonplace.

Every day is a lie. But you are dying. That is not a lie.

Ive seen the meanness of humans till I dont know why God aint put out the sun and gone away.

The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment in the incandescence like the shape of a flower, a molten rose. Then all was dark again.

In dreams we stand in this great democracy of the possible and there we are right pilgrims indeed. There we go forth to meet what we shall meet.