Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?

Memory takes a lot of poetic licence. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart. The interior is...

Some things are not forgiveable. Deliberate cruelty is not forgiveable. It is the most unforgiveable thing in my opinion, and the one thing in which I have never, ever been guilty.

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

…love, all at once and much, much too completely. It’s like you suddenly turn a blinding light on something that had always been half a shadow…

This was a respect in which he paid due homage to the wise old spirit of the late Emiel Kroger, that romantically practical Teuton who used to murmur to Pablo, between sleeping and waking, a...

You have a spark of anarchy in your spirit and that’s not to be tolerated. Nothing wild or honest is tolerated her! It has to be extinguished…

Possess your soul in patience – you will see!

I don’t believe in “original sin.” I don’t believe in “guilt.” I don’t believe in villains or heroes – only right or wrong ways that individuals have taken, not by choice but by necessity or...

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

The apartment faces an alley and is entered by a fire-escape, a structure whose name is a touch of accidental poetic truth, for all of these huge buildings are always burning with the slow and...

In the course of this story, and very soon now, it will be necessary to make some disclosures about Mr. Krupper of a nature too coarse to be dealt with very directly in a work...

One man has one great true thing in his life. One great good thing that is true!

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.

We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked...

A drinking man’s someone who wants to forget he isn’t still young and believing

You said, ‘They’re harmless dreamers and they’re loved by the people.’ ‘What,’ I asked you, ‘is harmless about a dreamer, and what,’ I asked you, ‘is harmless about the love of the people? Revolution only...

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

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

All your Western theologies, the whole mythology of them, are based on the concept of God as a senile delinquent

Princess, the great difference between people in this world is not between the rich and the poor or the good and the evil, the biggest of all differences in this world is between the ones...

Then what is good? The obsessive interest in human affairs, plus a certain amount of compassion and moral conviction, that first made the experience of living something that must be translated into pigment or music...

Yes, movies! Look at them — All of those glamorous people — having adventures — hogging it all, gobbling the whole thing up! You know what happens? People go to the movies instead of moving!...

Las vidas de todas las personas, ,qué son sino rastros de escombro… cada día más escombro… más escombro… largos, muy largos rastros de escombros que nada puede limpiar más que la muerte?

She lives in a world of her own – a world of – little glass ornaments…

Revolution begins in putting on bright colors.

It would be one of those evenings when lady luck showed the bitchy streak in her nature

The rest of my days I’m going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I’m going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? I shall die of eating...

To you, whoever you are, when I am gone — remember to be kind tonight to some lonely person. For me.

Ignorance of mortality is a comfort.

It is only in his work that an artist can find reality and satisfaction, for the actual world is less intense than the world of his invention and consequently his life, without recourse to violent...

He acts like an animal, has an animal’s habits! Eats like one, moves like one, talks like one! There’s even something -sub-human -something not quite to the stage of humanity yet! Yes, something – ape-like...

Eres el único joven de los que conozco que ignora que el futuro se convierte en el presente, el presente en el pasado y el pasado es un remordimiento eterno si uno no hace planes...

It is almost as if you were frantically constructing another world while the world that you live in dissolves beneath your feet, and that your survival depends on completing this construction at least one second...

These are the intensities that one cannot live with, that he has to outgrow if he wants to survive. But who can help grieving for them? If the blood vessels could hold them, how much...

Mendacity is a system that we live in,” declares Brick. “Liquor is one way out an’death’s the other.

I don’t ask for your pity, but just for your understanding – not even that – no. Just for some recognition of me in you, and the enemy, time, in us all.

It’s interesting, isn’t it? . . . the chandelier . . . it reminds me of mushroom soup.

life has got to be allowed to continue even after the dream of life is-all-over.

There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you...

El objetivo de su vida, desde su adolescencia, es el placer con las mujeres, que da y recibe, no con indulgente ligereza sino con el orgulloso poder de un gallo de buen plumaje en un...

A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.

People go to the movies instead of moving.

I think no more than a week after I started writing I ran into the first block. It’s hard to describe it in a way that will be understandable to anyone who is not a...

When something is Festering on your memory or in your imagination, laws of silence don’t work, it’s just like shutting a door and locking it on a house on fire in hope of forgetting that...

To begin with, I turn back time. I reverse it to that quaint period, the thirties, when the huge middle class of America was matriculating in a school for the blind. Their eyes had failed...

The little comfort of love?-Is that comfort so little?-Caged birds accept each other but flight is what they long for.

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...

We have to distrust each other. It is our only defence against betrayal.

The scene is memory and is therefore nonrealistic. Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is...