Love is not about what you want. It's about finding happiness for the one you love.

I tell you$$$ money can't build your spire for you. Build it of gold and it would simply sink deeper.

I dunno$$$ Ralph. We just got to go on$$$ that's all. That's what grown-ups would do.

And dying is more natural than living$$$ because what could be more unnatural than that panicstricken thing leaping and falling like a last flame beneath the ribs?

I do think that art that doesn't communicate is useless.

It is no use to blame the looking glass if your face is awry.

There have been so many interpretations of the story that I'm not going to choose between them. Make your own choice. They contradict each other$$$ the various choices. The only choice that really matters$$$ the only interpretation of the story$$$ if you want one$$$ is your own. Not your teacher's$$$ not your professor's$$$ not mine$$$ not a critic's$$$ not some authority's. The only thing that matters is$$$ first$$$ the experience of being in the story$$$ moving through it. Then any interpretation you like.

The greatest ideas are the simplest.

Seek only light and freedom and do not immerse yourself too deeply in the worldly mire.

The hero surviving his own murder$$$ his own suicide$$$ his own addiction$$$ surviving his own disappearance from the scene.