Every day the choice is presented to us, to live up to the spirit that is in us, or deny it.

The sordid qualities imputed to the enemy are always those which we recognize as our own and therefore rise to slay, because only through projection do we realize the enormity and horror of them.

The city is loveliest when the sweet death racket begins. Her own life lived in defiance of nature, her electricity, her frigidaires, her soundproof walls, the glint of lacquered nails, the plumes that wave across the corrugated sky. Here in the coffin depths grow the everlasting flowers sent by telegraph.

I like the one about the little soulworms that fly out of the nest for the resurrection.

I think someday you're going to be a great writer," he said. "But" he added maliciously, "first you'll have to suffer a bit. I mean really suffer, because you don't know what the word means yet. You only think you've suffered. You've got to fall in love first.

Day by day. No yesterdays and no tomorrows. The barometer never changes, the flag is always at half-mast.

Whatever needs to be maintained through force is doomed.