I hate sequels. They're never as good as the first book.
Art to me was a state: it didn't need to be an accomplishment.
How can anyone be interested in war? - that glorious pursuit of annihilation with its ceremonious bellowings and trumpetings over the mangling of human bones and muscles and organs and eyes, its inconceivable agonies which could have been prevented by a few well-chosen, reasonable words. How, why, did this unnecessary business begin? Why does anyone want to read about it - this redundant human madness which men accept as inevitable?
I have always suspected that too much knowledge is a dangerous thing. It is a boon to people who don't have deep feelings; their pleasure comes from what they know. . . . But this only emphasizes the difference between the artist and the scholar.
People with heavy physical vibrations rule the world.
Life seems to be an experience in ascending and descending. You think you're beginning to live for a single aim -. . . for discovery of cosmic truths - when all you're really doing is to move from place to place as if devoted primarily to real estate.
I wasn't born to be a fighter. The causes I have fought for have invariably been causes that should have been gained by a delicate suggestion. Since they never were, I made myself into a fighter.
Deference and intimacy live far apart.
If I was at the Comedy Cellar at midnight you yelled at the back of the room. But you, for television, play it to the camera because yes you're communicating to the people at home using the studio audience that's right in front of you as a guide for that.
Why are you so weird?" "Because my weird has to be able to cancel out your weird, Lady Cross-stitch. " "At least what I do is considered an art form. " "Yes, in ye olde medieal Europse you would've been quite the catch-
The prisoner falls in love with his chains.