Life is full of doors that don't open when you knock, equally spaced amid those that open when you don't want them to.

I try to sit down at the typewriter four times a day, even if it's only five minutes, and write three sentences.

Tonight I will suck the marrow from your bones!” it said. “I will dry them and work them most cunningly into instruments of music! Whenever I play upon them, your spirit will writhe in bodiless agony!” “You burn prettily,” I said.

I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.

It would be nice if there were some one thing constant and unchanging in the universe. If there is such a thing, then it is a thing which would have to be stronger than love, and it is a thing which I do not know.

Why could you not have left me as I was, in the sea of being?" "Because the world has need of your humility, your piety, your great teaching and your Machiavellian scheming.

It is a pain in the ass waiting around for someone to try to kill you.