The world is very lovely, and it's very horrible--and it doesn't care about your life or mine or anything else.

There rise her timeless capitals of empires daily born, whose plinths are laid at midnight and whose streets are packed at morn; and here come tired youths and maids that feign to love or sin in tones like rusty razor blades to tunes like smitten tin.

Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears.

When your Daemon is in charge, do not try to think consciously. Drift, wait, and obey.

The jungle speaks to me because I know how to listen.

I have no gift of words, but I speak the truth.

If you hit a pony over the nose at the outset of your acquaintance, he may not love you but he will take a deep interest in your movements ever afterwards