One of the laws of paleontology is that an animal which must protect itself with thick armour is degenerate. It is usually a sign that the species is on the road to extinction.

Abandon the idea that you are ever going to finish.

Somewhere in the world there is a defeat for everyone. Some are destroyed by defeat, and some made small and mean by victory. Greatness lives in one who triumphs equally over defeat and victory.

Some men ease themselves like setting hens into the nest of death.

I've always taken my hangovers as consequence, not as a punishment.

We gather our arms full of guilt as though it were precious stuff. It must be that we want it that way.

How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?