I don't have a bullet in my head, do I? So I'm fine.
All efforts to make politics aesthetic culminate in one thing, war.
The more circumspectly you delay writing down an idea, the more maturely developed it will be on surrendering itself.
The destructive character lives from the feeling, not that life is worth living, but that suicide is not worth the trouble.
The experience of our generation: that capitalism will not die a natural death.
These are days when no one should rely unduly on his competence. Strength lies in improvisation. All the decisive blows are struck left-handed.
Taking food alone tends to make one hard and coarse. Those accustomed to it must lead a Spartan life if they are not to go downhill. Hermits have observed, if for only this reason, a frugal diet. For it is only in company that eating is done justice; food must be divided and distributed if it is to be well received.
It's all about winning. Stats really don't matter, I mean, guys have great series and all that, and people take notice and take their place in history with those stats and all that stuff. But at the end of the day, it's all about winning and what you can do to help your team get to that point.
Not one cent should be raised unless it is in accord with the law.
It seems to me that this debate, whether Islam is a religion of peace or not, really, it's irrelevant for outsiders. It's for Muslims to decide whether it's a religion of peace or not.
It is very, very difficult for a playwright to write a scene in which a young man has his first deep experience of sex with a girl whom he found immensely attractive, is fully satisfied by this event and gets up and blinds a lot of horses.