You could get on a boat there, get away. That fit with the terrorism hypothesis.
There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.
Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.
Without the capacity to provide its own information, the mind drifts into randomness.
There are two types of people--those who come into a room and say, 'Well, here I am!' and those who come in and say, 'Ah, there you are.'
Read over your compositions, and wherever you meet with a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out.
I don't believe in intuition. When you get sudden flashes of perception, it is just the brain working faster than usual. But you've been getting ready to know it for a long time, and when it comes, you feel you've known it always.