I like reality. It tastes like bread.
A happy love is full of quarrels, you know.
There will always be a lost dog somewhere that will keep me from being happy.
Propaganda is a soft weapon; hold it in your hands too long, and it will move about like a snake, and strike the other way.
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
Death has to be waiting at the end of the ride before you truly see the earth, and feel your heart, and love the world.