There ain't no me if there ain't no you.
The last sin, the sin against the Holy Ghost - to lie to oneself. Lying to other people - that's a small thing in comparison.
One never feels such distaste for one's countrymen and countrywomen as when one meets them abroad.
The poet has to make a synthesis out of the moral life of our time, and this life is lived at this moment on a political plane.
Still I sojourn here, alone and palely loitering, though the sedge is withered from the lake and no birds sing. For I sent the bath towel to the wash this morning, and omitted to put out another. I have no towel.
Never approach a friend's wife or girlfriend with mischief as your goal. . . unless she's really attractive.
Words, living and ghostly, the quick and the dead, crowd and jostle the otherwise too empty corridors of my mind. . . To move among this bright, strange, often fabulous herd of beings, to summon them at my will, to fasten them on to paper like flies, that they may decorate it, this is the pleasure of writing.
What do you do with all this bank, Josie? Be a lot easier if you just lifted your skirt. ” “The only reason I’d lift my skirt is to pull out my pistol and plug you in the head.
In New York City, when they develop something, they never use the old buildings. It's so wasteful. Why not use what's there?
I do believe that when you know better, you do better. You know what was wrong about the last relationship, and hopefully you will do better the next time.
You can't say Hillary Clinton is not evolving as a candidate. And boy is she trying very hard to move to where the Democratic base is.