If I drive myself to the brink of my ability, then I don't get stale or bored.
But,' he thinks, 'it's possible to die before you die.
We don't say nothing more. What else is there to say? Everything and nothing. You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.
I just stand there like a doofus wondering just what in the effing blazes is going on.
If you ever want to see how small you are in the plan of God, just stand at the edge of an ocean
Stories don’t end with the writers, however many started the race.
We have to lie to ourselves to live. Otherwise, we'd go crazy.
It does not need that a poem should be long. Every word was once a poem.
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
In my opinion we learn nothing from history except the infinite variety of men's behaviour. We study it, as we listen to music or read poetry, for pleasure, not for instruction
In the movie, the stars above the ship bear no correspondence to any constellations in a real sky. Worse yet, while the heroine bobs. . . we are treated to her view of this Hollywood sky-one where the stars on the right half of the scene trace the mirror image of the stars in the left half. How lazy can you get?