D. H. Lawrence

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

People always make war when they say they love peace.

Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling of chains, always was.

Last year, in the year 2008, it just became normal to watch great American institutions crumble, almost dissolve like sand.

I went to a doctor and told him I felt normal on acid, that I was a light bulb in a world of moths. That is what the manic state is like.

Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come Again in this identical guise.