There is no end to the violations committed by children on children, quietly talking alone.

to leap is not only to leap, it is to hit the ground somewhere.

Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.

Bring all your intelligence to bear on your beginning.

First love, with its frantic haughty imagination, swings its object clear of the everyday, over the rut of living, making him all looks, silences, gestures, attitudes, a burning phrase with no context.

I can't see or feel the conflict between love and religion. To me, they're the same thing.

Sacrificers ... are not the ones to pity. The ones to pity are those that they sacrifice. Oh, the sacrificers, they get it both ways. A person knows themselves that they're able to do without.