Famous Quotes Ipsum

Do not follow where the path may lead. go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. love is a great beautifier. lolita is famous, not i. i am an obscure, doubly obscure, novelist with an unpronounceable last name. sleeping is curiously addictive. you are part of the world, but not in it, and somehow that just seems right. it seems enough. can't say fairer than that. you'll remember me like a melody / yeah, i'll haunt the world inside you.

Security is mostly a superstition. it does not exist in nature...life is either a daring adventure or nothing. it's kind of fun to do the impossible. the way i see it, the men that i'm with, whoever they are, it's like look, you have to accept that i like ice cream, and i know it shows up on my hips but if you can't accept that, then leave. go away. toodles. it is non-negotiable. 'when i was a kid,' said irie softly, ringing the bell for their stop, 'i used to think they were little alibis. bus tickets. i mean, look: they've got the time. the date. the place. and if i was up in court, and i had to defend myself, and prove i wasn't where they said i was, doing what they said i did, when they said i did it, i'd pull out one of those.' you set up your place in my thoughts / moved in and made my thinking crowded. with our thoughts, we make the world. oh help! i'd better go back. oh bother! i shall have to go on. i can't do either! oh help and bother! there exists a passion for comprehension, just as there is a passion for music. that passion is rather common in children, but gets lost in most of us later on. if you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want and all that is left is a compromise. at the worst i accepted hollywood with the resignation of a ghost assigned to a haunted house. the real voyage of discovery consists not of seeking new landscapes - but of having new eyes. you can't help respecting anybody who can spell tuesday, even if he doesn't spell it right. footfalls echo in the memory / down the passage we did not take / towards the door we never opened / into the rose garden you know that place between sleep and awake? where you still remember dreaming? that's where i'll always think of you. it is beautiful that our lives coincided for so long. no man's life is ordinary to himself. live simply, but be complicated..

Imagining something is better than remembering something. writers aren't people exactly. or, if they're any good, they're a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. it's like actors, who try so pathetically not to look in mirrors. who lean backward trying--only to see their faces in the reflecting chandeliers. the people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, make them. if you have only one smile in you, give it to the people you love. don't be surly at home, then go out in the street and start grinning ''good morning'' at total strangers. i liked how sterile my room was, cleansed of all the emotions that have ever been felt there, all the fights and lovemaking and plain rest of weary travelers wiped clean, leaving no mark on the perfectly made bed. fortune does not change men, it unmasks them. he felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not now where he ended and she began. if any individual live too much in relations, so that he becomes a stranger to the resources of his own nature, he falls, after awhile, into a distraction, or imbecility, from which he can only be cured by a time of isolation, which gives the renovating fountains time to rise up..