There is no one thing that's true. It's all true.

I loved you when I saw you today and I loved you always but I never saw you before.

You know the only thing I've never lost is curiosity.

By this time he knew, absolutely, that there was nothing, nothing ever for him but the pain and the falsity. The falsity was so much easier.

He had seen the world change; not just the events; although he had seen many of them and had watched the people, but he had seen the subtler change and he could remember how the people were at different times.

He had no pain and he felt very strong and very weak at the same time.

He knew how much she loved him. It was strange that when you were gone that far you could be sure of it.

It was not so much that he lied as that there was no truth to tell now.

He had only to think about something and up it came and was in focus. All he needed to do was to formulate it.

Money is our religion. No. It's much dirtier. Love is our religion. It's universal. We only go without it when we're deceived.

The Snows of Kilimanjaro