God, children know something they can't tell; they like Red Riding Hood and the wolf in bed!

I have been loved,' she said, 'by something strange, and it has forgotten me.

What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?

You beat the liver out of a goose to get a pâté; you pound the muscles of a man's cardia to get a philosopher.

For most people, life is nasty, brutish, and short; for me, it has simply been nasty and brutish.

Destiny and history are untidy.

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.