People who love to eat are always the best people.
Are you, monsieur, a man of your word?" "It really depends upon the word," Magnus said. "There are so many wonderful words.
As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal. " Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.
Every heart has its own melody.
Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.
The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.
I know LSD; I don't need to take it anymore. Maybe when I die, like Aldous Huxley.
There is danger in the concentration of control in the television and radio networks, especially in the large television and radio stations; danger in the concentration of ownership in the press. . . and danger in the increasing concentration of selection by book publishers and reviewers and by the producers of radio and television programs.
A neurotic can perfectly well be a literary genius, but his greatest danger is always that he will not recognize when he is dull.
Like the eagle, we (artists) must be able to see clearly.