We drift down time, clutching at straws. But what good's a brick to a drowning man?
Beauty is desired in order that it may be befouled; not for its own sake, but for the joy brought by the certainty of profaning it.
It is a defect of God's humor that he directs our hearts everywhere but to those who have a right to them.
Fantasy flows in where fact leaves a vacuum.
Never believe in mirrors or newspapers.
What are a friend's books for if not to be borrowed?