What if angry vectors veer Round your sleeping head, and form. There's never need to fear Violence of the poor world's abstract storm.

If you are an idealist, it does not matter what you do or what goes on around you because it isn't real anyway.

And what we students of history always learn is that the human being is a very complicated contraption and that they are not good or bad but are good and bad and the good comes out of the bad and the bad out of the good, and the devil take the hindmost.

A symbol serves to combine heart and intellect.

Goodness . . . You got to make it out of badness . . . Because there isn't anything else to make it out of.

Nobody had ever told me that anything could be like this.

The image that fiction presents is purged of the distractions, confusions and accidents of ordinary life.