The first thing a great person does is make us realize the insignificance of circumstance.
Listening to music that I hate calms me down.
I don't know what you believe in. I believe we just stop. Because if we move on to an afterlife, any kind of afterlife, that means there will be other people there. I'm tired of the chit chat. Oh, that is a handsome boy. He takes after his grandfather. Did they change the breakfast again? It tastes different to me. For Eternity? No thanks.
Happiness is not a house where you can live. (But it is a house you can build. )
Death is not the end. Death is an ocean on all sides of our lives. Deep and dark and cold, and anything but empty.
If we couldn't carry our dead inside us, we would be empty.
Satellite images, maps and blueprints of the whole world, of every city. We could look it up and know what's there in someone else's words. Or we could get wicked drunk and just go.
Violence was almost an aphrodisiac for me.
Knowing and believing are sometimes hard to combine.
Pierre Curie voluntarily exposed his arm to the action of radium for several hours. This resulted in damage resembling a burn that developed progressively and required several months to heal. Henri Becquerel had by accident a similar burn as a result of carrying in his vest pocket a glass tube containing radium salt. He came to tell us of this evil effect of radium, exclaiming in a manner at once delighted and annoyed: "I love it, but I owe it a grudge. "
The commendation of adversaries is the greatest triumph of a writer, because it never comes unless extorted.