Rereading places you at the point where it has to go on, knowing it is as good as you can get it up to there. There is always juice somewhere.

I am thee and thou art me and all of one is the other.

Critics are men who watch a battle from a high place then come down and shoot the survivors.

I hate a cramp, he thought. It is a treachery of one's own body.

The echoes of beauty you've seen transpire, Resound through dying coals of a campfire.

When you start to live outside yourself, it's all dangerous.

When you stop doing things for fun you might as well be dead.