You look at the Middle East, it's a total mess.
Unacceptable, maybe. But not unthinkable. Nothing's unthinkable once somebody's thought it.
It was like that all the time, in those years: an endless trip, a gaudy voyage. But powers decay. Time leaches the colors from the best of visions. The world becomes grayer. Entropy beats us down. Everything fades. Everything goes. Everything dies.
Three Rules for Literary Success: 1. Read a lot. 2. Write a lot. 3. Read a lot more, write a lot more.
Never pass by a chance to shut up.
There are true unseen forces, but not nearly so many as we believe, nor would they rule us so sternly if we did not admit them to our souls. We would not be assailed half so often by devils, had we not taken the trouble to invent so many of them.
Thus does the unyielding, inescapable future ineluctably devour the present.
I want very much to be back in the caul, on my back in the dark forever.
Andy Warhol says everyone will be famous for 15 minutes in the future, but even he couldn't have imagine today's fame is due to whom you sleep with.
You've got to be smart to stay in this game. The quicker you learn, the quicker you succeed. You can't make the same mistakes over and over again.
Morals excite passions, and produce or prevent actions. Reason of itself is utterly impotent in this particular. The rules of morality, therefore, are not conclusions of our reason.