All cowardice comes from not truly loving$$$ or at least$$$ not loving well.

The first and final thing you have to do in this world is to last it and not be smashed by it.

I drink to make other people more interesting.

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake$$$ you know?

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

Truth is found neither in the thesis nor the antithesis$$$ but in an emergent synthesis which reconciles the two.

Tragedy cannot take place around a type. Suffering is the most individualizing thing on earth.

The fullness of life is in the hazards of life.

It is the men of this land who are bloodthirsty and they lay their own guilt on the gods.

The acorn of ambition often grows into an oak from which men hang.