It's always the idle habits you acquire which you will regret. Father said that. That Christ was not crucified: he was worn away by a minute clicking of little wheels. That had no sister.

I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark; I dont. I dont! I dont hate it! I dont hate it!

I will never lie again.

No battle is ever won ... victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are.

The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist's way of scribbling "Kilroy was here" on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.

It's not when you realize that nothing can help you — religion, pride, anything — it's when you realize that you don't need any aid.