He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
— William Blake
We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces.
He must have been the only person who got any work done in the last 10 years.
— Michael Moore, upon learning that Osama bin Laden secured his safe house by having no cell or internet access.
The aim of a joke is not to degrade the human being, but to remind him that he is already degraded.
— George Orwell
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.
— Vladimir Nabakov