Eyes glazing over is two metaphors in one: the faraway look for what one cannot understand differs from the thin film for what one does not want to hear.
Identity, that spectator of what he calls himself,
That net and aggregate of energies in transient combination.
To alleviate boredom men will do literally anything.
We first have nothing but time, then everything but time, then nothing but time, then time’s up.
Nearly all great movies adhere quite rigidly to the conventions of a genre, nearly all movies that try not to do so are disasters, and so it is with lives.
Once in a while evil triumphs because good men do nothing, but usually because they meddle in what is none of their damn business.
We try to convince ourselves that villains are unhappy: it should be enough to know that they are bad.
Friends accumulate, like unmatched socks; enemies are chosen advisedly.
Your self does not lie in what you love, still less in what you hate; or what you think, still less in what you feel: it lies in what you say and do and nothing more.
Many people are so bored and unhappy that they welcome a personal disaster, as a change, and especially a social disaster, as a change in which others will suffer as well.
True friends have seen the best in you, and put up with you anyway.