Mostly, I could tell, I made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't understand me, and he was sort of holding it against me. I felt the urge to reassure him that I was like everybody else, just like everybody else. But really there wasn't much point, and I gave up the idea out of laziness.
I am not made for politics because I am incapable of wanting or accepting the death of the adversary.
The most eloquent eulogy of capitalism was made by its greatest enemy. Marx is only anti-capitalist in so far as capitalism is out of date.
I was comfortable in all, I admit, but at the same time, nothing satisfied me. Each joy made me seek another.
Myths are made for the imagination to breath life into them.
Their guilt made me eloquent because I was not its victim.
If those whom we begin to love could know us as we were before meeting them they could perceive what they have made of us.
Life is a sum of all your choices". So, what are you doing today?