the mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as the future

The very young have, properly speaking, no moments. It is the privilege of early youth to live in advance of its days in all the beautiful continuity of hope which knows no pauses and no introspection.

The interior deprives men of their senses. Here, the eerie stillness of the wilderness and the darkness of night render the men both deaf and blind. Without eyes or ears, they have no frame of reference-and without a frame of reference, they have no clear identities.

You can't breathe dead hippo waking, sleeping, and eating, and at the same time keep your precarious grip on existence.

the mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as the future

Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself -- that comes too late -- a crop of inextinguishable regrets.

It is a maudlin and indecent verity that comes out through the strength of wine.