An ocean without unnamed monsters would be like sleep without dreams.

And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

He said, "I am a man," and that meant certain things to Juana. It meant that he was half insane and half god.

You can't go home again because home has ceased to exist except in the mothballs of memory.

Texas is not a state - it's a state of mind.

When a condition or a problem becomes too great, humans have the protection of not thinking about it. But it goes inward and minces up with a lot of other things already there and what comes out is discontent and uneasiness, guilt and a compulsion to get something--anything--before it is all gone.