Life may be sacred, but try telling Life that.
Identity, that spectator of what he calls himself,
That net and aggregate of energies in transient combination.
The ordinary idea of goodness is so passive that it lacks its own verb: one sins, but never saints.
What you lose with age is not so much capacities as the illusion that you ever had them.
There is always a ceiling, and never a floor.
We wish, not to be understood, but to be misunderstood exactly as we misunderstand ourselves.
We say of indelible characters from life that they could be fictional; and from books, that they could be real.
Boredom is often fatal, though it never appears on the coroner’s report.
Humanity has progressed vastly with how, less with what, and not at all with why.
True freaks don’t fly flags.
The basest viciousness usually wraps itself in a hygienic metaphor.