I mean simply to say that I want my characters to suggest the background in themselves, even when it is not visible. I want them to be so powerfully realized that we cannot imagine them apart from their physical and social context even when we see them in empty space.
To have a great man for a friend seems pleasant to those who have never tried it; those who have, fear it.
The beauty, the poetry of the fear in their eyes. I didn't mind going to jail for, what, five, six hours? It was absolutely worth it.
I spoke without fear of contradiction. I simply did not suffer self-doubt.
An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.
Nothing is more fearful than imagination without taste.
My friends, whoever has had experience of evils knows how whenever a flood of ills comes upon mortals, a man fears everything; but whenever a divine force cheers on our voyage, then we believe that the same fate will always blow fair.
The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend.
Science arose from poetry... when times change the two can meet again on a higher level as friends.
To have a great man for an intimate friend seems pleasant to those who have never tried it; those who have, fear it.
Cowardice, as distinguished from panic, is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination.
Cowardice... is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend functioning of the imagination.
I never considered a difference of opinion in politics, in religion, in philosophy, as cause for withdrawing from a friend.
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.
Fear makes strangers of people who would be friends.
The more I traveled the more I realized that fear makes strangers of people who should be friends.
We especially need imagination in science. It is not all mathematics, nor all logic, but it is somewhat beauty and poetry.
I am more of a New Yorker than ever and just actually, sometimes I fantasize about living somewhere else, where it's maybe not quite so crowded or stressful, blah, blah, blah and after September 11th, I guess I could just not imagine living anywhere else.
We do not so much need the help of our friends as the confidence of their help in need.
He who throws away a friend is as bad as he who throws away his life.
Yes, I always imagined living in other places.
We were alone. Where, I could not say, hardly imagine. All was black, and such a dense black that, after some minutes, my eyes had not been able to discern even the faintest glimmer.
You send a boy to school in order to make friends - the right sort.
No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.
One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.