His ear heard more than was said to him, and his slow speech had overtones not of thought, but of understanding beyond thought.
Guy don’t need no sense to be a nice fella. Seems to me sometimes it jus’ works the other way around. Take a real smart guy and he ain’t hardly ever a nice fella.
For how can one know color in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness?
And since, when a joyful thing happened, they looked to see whether joy was on her, it was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials.
And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.
All men are moral. Only their neighbors are not.
A sad soul can kill you quicker, far quicker, than a germ.
A question is a trap and an answer is your foot in it.
You know how advice is. You only want it if it agrees with what you wanted to do anyway.
Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there’s time, the bastard Time.
When you argue with a child, you give a good argument and the child says yah, yah! You understand him and he doesn’t listen, so the child wins.
When two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you’ve got two new people. Maybe that means — hell, it’s complicated.