For what use are books to anyone whose days are like a rook's nest with every twig a duty.

He saw in happiness the seeds of independence, and in independence the seeds of revolt.

For what use are books to anyone whose days are like a rook's nest with every twig a duty.

I want a lot to eat, I'm going to think today.

In the presence of real tragedy you feel neither pain nor joy nor hatred, only a sense of enormous space and time suspended, the great doors open to black eternity, the rising across the terrible field of that last enormous, unanswerable question.

The sun sank with a sob and darkness waded in from all horizons so that the sky contracted and there was no more light left in the world, when, at this very moment of annihilation, the moon, as though she had been waiting for her cue, sailed up the night.

Something to remember, that: cats for missiles.