Time is liquid. One moment is no more important than any other and all moments quickly run away.
She was a dull person, but a sensational invitation to make babies.
Their imaginations were flywheels on the ramshackle machinery of the awful truth.
...this is a hard world to be ludicrous in, with so many human beings so reluctant to laugh, so incapable of thought, so eager to believe and snarl and hate.
Suicide is the punctuation mark at the end of many artistic careers
History! Read it and weep!