While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river; only the landscape on either bank seems to change.
Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.
I'm not looking at money, percentage points or grosses. This is my life, you know? To me, every day matters.
A finite game is played for the purpose of winning, an infinite game for the purpose of continuing the play.
There's nothing like love or incumbent death to make you realize how many things you still want to do.
To you who eat a lot of rice because you're lonely, To you who sleep a lot because you're bored, To you who cry a lot because you are sad, I write this down. Chew on your feelings that are cornered...
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure, but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless furnace of this world. To make injustice the only...
I am a loser in my own plot, but I might be the hero in someone else's plot.
It's like getting an extraordinary meal after you've been eating junk food for a long time. The taste just sweeps through your sensibilities, bringing all - out contentment, and the sheer goodness of...
I live in a constant flux; I am unable to make fixed plans.
Interviewer: What is your greatest regret? Gorey: That I don't have one
Everything today has been heavy and brown. Bring me a Unicorn to ride about the town.
animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. neither do I. maybe that's why we get along
Pierre was right when he said that one must believe in the possibility of happiness in order to be happy, and I now believe in it. Let the dead bury the dead, but while I'm alive, I must live and be...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...