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The passive ironic attitude is not cool or romantic, but pathetic and destructive.

It's much less romantic in that you have to go to www.cia.gov and click "Apply Now." For me it was much more clandestine.

Romantic art is always stylized: the better the art, the cleaner and more attractive and intelligent the stylization.

I suppose it was a romantic was to perish... for a mouse

Boys like romantic tales; but babies like realistic tales-because they find them romantic.

His voice as smooth as silk, Grant started into his standard crowd-pleaser: Sinatra's 'My Kind of Town.

Why are you stripping in my front yard at six in the morning? I have neighbors you know.

The dragon marking rested, his fangs concealed and his eyes shut. "Your dragon is pleased, " she said. "Indeed, he is.

Elvis is in the kitchen and he's making eggs Benedict!

I'm not a hopeless romantic. I'm quite the reverse. I'm a nasty piece of work, an ego maniac.

The freedom-lovers of the world mourn the sad demise of Imam Khomeini.

I'm not a sad old hippie - I'm a joyous old hippie.

I knew your mother had turned into an American the day I heard her at dinner casually mentioning, excuse the detail, toes and earlobes as erogenous zones.

I nodded, my eyes firmly on the road. "Yeah, but it's an old one; there hasn't been anybody planted there for years.

Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace to men of goodwill.

They were words that came out of nothing, but they seemed to him somehow significant. He muttered them over again.

It sounds cool to say you are going to fight with a pen not a sword but violence with words is still violence ..

I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.

Don't forget that we lawyers, we're a higher breed of intellect, and so it's our privilege to lie. It's as clear as day. Animals can't even imagine lying: if you were to find yourself among some wild islanders, they too would only speak the truth until they learned about European culture.

Heretics are the only [bitter] remedy against the entropy of human thought. ("Literature, Revolution, and Entropy")

And I learned from my own experience that laughter was the most potent weapon: laughter can kill everything.

But this is not your fault—you are sick. The name of this sickness is IMAGINATION.  It is a worm that gnaws out black lines on the forehead. It is a fever that drives you to escape ever farther, even if this "farther" begins where happiness ends.

But still, how could they write whole libraries about someone like Kant and hardly even notice Taylor-that prophet who could see ten centuries ahead?

There were two in paradise and the choice was offered to them: happiness without freedom, or freedom without happiness. No other choice. Tertium non datur. They, fools that they were, chose freedom.