There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
Books...are like lobster shells, we surround ourselves with 'em, then we grow out of 'em and leave 'em behind, as evidence of our earlier stages of development.
I have the worst memory ever so no matter who comes up to me - they're just, like, 'I can't believe you don't remember me!" I'm like, 'Oh Dad I'm sorry!'
He will always be a slave who does not know how to live upon a little.
The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.
TV is chewing gum for the eyes.
Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality... the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.