Institutionalized, I live my life a product made to crumble.
He was a gentle and sensitive soul, and therefore had a short temper, which is why he went straight after everything with an ax.
Because when I read, I don't really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqeur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.
No book worth its salt is meant to put you to sleep, it's meant to make you jump out of your bed in your underwear and run and beat the author's brains out.
I always loved twilight: it was the only time of day I had the feeling that something important could happen. All things were more beautiful bathed in twilight, all streets, all squares, and all the people walking through them; I even had the feeling that I was a handsome young man, and I liked looking at myself in the mirror, watching myself in the shop windows as I strode along, and even when I touched my face, I felt no wrinkles at my mouth or forehead.
It's interesting how young poets think of death while old fogies think of girls.
I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop.
The wisest and noblest teacher is nature itself.
The delicate balance between modesty and conceit is popularity.
As a creative person you just get an idea in your head, and sometimes you just can't shake it off.
A false tale often betrays itself.