Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.

Reality and Fiction are different in that fiction has to make sense.

It was in their friendship they just wanted to run forever, shadow and shadow.

When a man talks from his heart, in his moment of truth, he speaks poetry.

Why then you're as mad as me. No, madder. For I distrust 'reality' and its moron mother, the universe, while you fasten your innocence to fallible devices which pretend at happy endings.

Digression is the soul of wit. Take the philosophic asides away from Dante, Milton or Hamlet's father's ghost and what stays is dry bones.

You must live feverishly in a library. Colleges are not going to do any good unless you are raised and live in a library everyday of your life.