There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.

Alone, what did Bloom feel? The cold of interstellar space, thousands of degrees below freezing point or the absolute zero of Fahrenheit, Centigrade or Réaumur: the incipient intimations of proximate dawn.

There is only one thing that makes any one athlete better than another, his heart. We all put our underwear on feet first, so we are all human.

There's many a true word spoken in jest.

You get a decent do at the Brazen Head

The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.

What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.