Each one of us has to be what he or she is.

It is harder to be unhappy when you are eating.

Sometimes I think it is a great mistake to have matter that can think and feel. It complains so. By the same token, though, I suppose that boulders and mountains and moons could be accused of being a little too phlegmatic.

And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.

They tell him that there is no why, since the moment simply is and since all of them are trapped in the moment, like bugs in amber.

You can't just eat good food. You've got to talk about it too.

Shrapnel was invented by an Englishman of the same name. Don't you wish you could have something named after you?