We are our choices.

One could only damage oneself through the harm one did to others. One could never get directly at oneself.

Some of these days, Oh, you'll miss me honey

As long as the writer cannot write for the two billion men who are hungry, he will be oppressed by a feeling of malaise.

So much torture, bloodshed, deceit. You cannot make your young people practice torture twenty-four hours a day and not expect to pay a price for it.

It answers the question that was tormenting you: my love, you are not 'one thing in my life' - not even the most important - because my life no longer belongs to me because...you are always me.

A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.