Snatching the eternal out of the desperately fleeting is the great magic trick of human existence.

I think that hate is a feeling that can only exist where there is no understanding.

The future is called 'perhaps', which is the only possible thing to call the future. And the important thing is not to allow that to scare you.

I've got the guts to die. What I want to know is, have you got the guts to live?

I didn't go to the moon, I went much further—for time is the longest distance between two places.

You know, then that the public Somebody you are when you 'have a name' is a fiction created with mirrors and that the only somebody worth being is the solitary and unseen you that existed from your first breath.

A beautiful trust. A rare and beautiful trust. It makes me cry a little. That's all that life has to give in the way of perfection. The warm and complete understanding of two in a close-walled room with the windows blind to the world.

In all these years, you never believed I loved you. And I did. I did so much. I did love you. I even loved your hate and your hardness.

To know me is not to love me. At.

You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine I'm inclined to extravagance.

Make voyages. Attempt them. There's nothing else.

Everything diminishes with time, my darling, but my feelings for certain people pierce me daily, and it is no illusion that they center me and let me know who I am, and let me know that I have loved and have been loved, no matter how badly or clumsily.

Most of the confidence which I appear to feel, especially when influenced by noon wine, is only a pretense.

Time doesn't take away from friendship, nor does separation.

Living with someone you love can be lonelier than living entirely alone, if the one that you love doesn't love you.

A fire smokes the most when you start pouring water on it.

I don't mean what other people mean when they speak of a home, because I don't regard a home as a...well, as a place, a building...a house...of wood, bricks, stone. I think of a home as being a thing that two people have between them in which each can...well, nest.

Revolution begins in putting on bright colors.

I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.

The future becomes the present, the present the past, and the past turns into ever lasting regret if you don't plan for it!

He was a telephone man who fell in love with long distance.

We are all civilized people, wich means that we are all savages at heart but observing a few amenities of civilized behaviour.

I don't want realism. I want magic!

Keep awake, alive, new. Perform the paradox of being hard and yet soft. Survive without calcification of the tender membranes. Be a poet. Be alive.

And so tonight we're going to make the lie true, and when that's done, I'll bring the liquor back here and we'll get drunk together, here, tonight, in this place that death has come into...

Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.

I've never cared whether I shock people because I think people shocked by the truth are not deserving of the truth. The truth is something one has to deserve.

I followed, from then on, in my father's footsteps, attempting to find in motion what was lost in space.

I've been accused of having a death wish but I think it's life that I wish for, terribly, shamelessly, on any terms whatsoever.

I never met a woman that didn't know if she was good-looking or not without being told, and some of them give themselves credit for more than they've got.

Come on, indulge yourself. You got nothing to lose that won't be lost.

When I was sixteen, I made the discovery -- love. All at once and much, much too completely. It was like you suddenly turned a blinding light on something that had always been half in shadow, that's how it struck the world for me.

Let's go down and swim in that liquid moonlight.

For nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles, Laura -- and so goodbye. . . .

There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.

I want to rest. I want to breathe quietly again.

I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria, who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person. But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really.

I go to the movies because – I like adventure. Adventure is something I don't have much of at work, so I go to the movies.

What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?—I wish I knew... Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can...

A man like that is someone to go out with—once—twice—three times when the devil is in you. But live with? Have a child by?

When things don't change, their sameness becomes an accretion. That is why all society puts on flesh. Succumbs to the cubicles and begins to fill them.

Of course you always had that detached quality as if you were playing a game without much concern over whether you won or lost, and now that you've lost the game, not lost but just quit playing, you have that rare sort of charm that usually only happens in very old or hopelessly sick people, the charm of the defeated.

Hell is yourself and the only redemption is when a person puts himself aside to feel deeply for another person.

In some ways I'm no better than the others, in some ways I'm worse because I'm less alive. Maybe it's being alive that makes them lie, and being almost not alive makes me sort of accidentally truthful - I don't know but - anyway - we've been friends... - And being friends is telling each other the truth...

Friends are God's way of apologizing to us for our families.

I can't stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.

Symbols are nothing but the natural speech of drama.

Why is it so damn hard for people to talk?

Luxury is the wolf at the door and its fangs are the vanities and conceits germinated by success. When an artist learns this, he knows where the danger is.