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Tidiness makes me think of held breath, of suspended animation.
I went to church with my grandparents sometimes and I loved it.
Three hours a day will produce as much as a man ought to write.
For there is no folly so great as keeping one's sorrows hidden.
You can survive with anger, but you can't live with it forever.
Force and mind are opposites; morality ends where a gun begins.
I don't understand how any good art could fail to be political.
War so conspicuously benefits rich men and kills the poor ones.
It's a good day when a goddess gets on the school-bus with you.
I grew up on the precursors to rock and roll, rhythm and blues.
The truth is I tried to write for years and I wasn't very good.
... have a smile for everyone you meet and a plan to kill them.
Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.
Being lost in Australia gives you a lovely feeling of security.
A clever arrangement of bad eggs will never make a good omelet.
You can begin as if nothing had ever gone wrong. White as snow.
Love, in its own nature, demands the perfecting of the beloved.
I think God wants us to love Him more, not to love others less.
The Church exists for nothing else but to draw men into Christ.
To move with the times is, of course, to go where all times go.
Nothing that you have not given away will ever be really yours.
The lost enjoy forever the horrible freedom they have demanded.
100 per cent of us die, and the percentage cannot be increased.
See the bear in his own den before you judge of his conditions.
Oh, I'm a dangerous criminal, I am,' said the dwarf cheerfully.
You have no idea what an appetite it gives one, being executed.
Literature is the denunciation of the times in which one lives.
I can safely conclude that we are single because we want to be.
I like to believe that storytelling transcends age limitations.
Smell is the closest thing human beings have to a time machine.
If miracles had chemical equations then everyone would believe.
What small potatoes we all are, compared with what we might be!
Good-night, my-" He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.
Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings.
I'll never go. How can I? How far would I get without my heart?
Real tragedy is never resolved. It goes on hopelessly for ever.
When mother-cow is chewing grass its young ones watch its mouth
We all want to explain ourselves. Nobody wants to be forgotten.
More and more, the hardest part of crying is when I can't stop.
It's nice to see something more pathetic than I feel right now.
I hate how I don't feel real enough unless people are watching.
I will never write a sequel to anything that I will ever write.
With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.
Still, it's nice to have one person who knows all your secrets.
Could you hold the chainsaw a bit closer to your mouth, please?
In England, pop art and fine art stand resolutely back to back.
The great mass of humanity should never learn to read or write.
It's autumn and everybody feels like a disembodied spirit then.
How beastly the bourgeois is especially the male of the species