“Work is about a search for daily meaning as well as daily bread, for recognition as well as cash, for astonishment rather than torpor; in short, for a sort of life rather than a Monday through Friday sort of dying.”
“I would rather die a spinster—poor, ruined, scorned, and alone—than suffer that heartbreak daily.”
“We die daily. Happy those who daily come to life as well.”
“Every body has their taste in noises as well as other matters; and sounds are quite innoxious, or most distressing, by their sort rather than their quantity.”
“Let the pleasure of doodling led us to writing as decoration rather than to the peculiarly abstract sort of representation it inclines towards: the making of signs to look through rather than at.”
“I would rather die than stay there." "Well, you might die.”