We were together because we were addicted to each other. I was never as intoxicated as I was when we were happy together, and I knew it was the same for him. We were putting ourselves through the wringer for those moments of perfection between us, but they were so tenuous that only our stubbornness, determination and love kept us fighting for them.

Except for the sound of the rain, on the road, on the roofs, on the umbrella, there was absolute silence: only the dying moan of the sirens continued for a moment or two to vibrate within the ear. It seemed to Scobie later that this was the ultimate border he had reached in happiness: being in darkness, alone, with the rain falling, without love or pity.

Graham Greene

Having money is a way of being free of money.

Albert Camus

I have found that if you love life, life will love you back.

Arthur Rubinstein

For many years I was a self-appointed inspector of snowstorms and rainstorms and did my duty faithfully, though I never received payment for it.

Henry David Thoreau

Never wear your best trousers when you go out to fight for freedom and truth.

Henrik Ibsen

I think the greatest taboos in America are faith and failure.

Michael Malone

I think we risk becoming the best informed society that has ever died of ignorance.

Ruben Blades

The world reveals itself to those who travel on foot.

Werner Herzog

Throughout human history, the apostles of purity, those who have claimed to possess a total explanation, have wrought havoc among mere mixed-up human beings.

Salman Rushdie

There is nothing anyone can do anyway. The public has no power. The government knows I'm not a criminal. The parole board knows I'm not a criminal. The judge knows I'm not a criminal.

Jack Kevorkian

There was truth in Diaz's logic, yes: our line of work is like that. Once you have started, the only way back is to go forward.

Imre Kertész

I do not know what the spirit of a philosopher could more wish to be than a good dancer. For the dance is his ideal, also his fine art, finally also the only kind of piety he knows, his divine service.

Friedrich Nietzsche