The farther a man follows the rainbow, the harder it is for him to get back to the life which he left starving like an old dog.

Victory fades so quickly that it is scarcely apparent and it is always the face of defeat that we are able to see.

I think that anything you feel strange or nervous about, you weren't cut out to do.

Sometimes when a man gets older he has a revelation and wants awfully bad to get back to the place where he left his life, but he can't get to that place- not often.

Houses! I hate houses. I like public places. Houses break your heart.

the face of victory often resembles the face of defeat.

I fear nomads. I am afraid of them and afraid for them too.