If you want to be true to life, start lying about it

No amount of reading and intelligent deduction could supplant the direct experience.

It was too exactly as imagined to be true. But I felt as gladly and expectantly disorientated, as happily and alertly alone, as Alice in Wonderland.

The dead live." "How do they live?" "By love.

You're not me. You can't feel like I feel." "I can feel." "No you can't. You just choose not to feel or something and everything's fine." "It's not fine. It's just not so bad.

Duty is but a pot. It holds whatever is put in it, from the greatest evil to the greatest good.

Each age, each guilty age, builds high walls around its Versailles; and personally I hate those walls most when they are made by literature and art.