My friend devotes himself to his life, whenever he can find the spare time. His motto is: 'Don't just sit there: live!' So he's too busy to stand, to walk, to do anything, except to live. He even refused to kiss a girl, when invited, on the grounds that it was time again to be living. Schedules are sacred to him.
(Marvin Cohen, U.S. author and humorist. The Self-Devoted Friend, New Directions (1967).)
I know nothing, I am neither woman nor girl; I have been living in a dream and when someone kissed me, it made me want to laugh. Now I am here before you, it seems as though I have just awakened and it is morning.
(Jean-Paul Sartre (1905-1980), French novelist, dramatist, philosopher, political scientist. Methuen (1963). Dirty Hands, act 6, sc. 2, Gallimard (1948).)
Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to an absurdity any day, as to syllogistic truth. The absurdity may turn out truer.
(D.H. (David Herbert) Lawrence (1885-1930), British author. repr. in Phoenix: The Posthumous Papers of D.H. Lawrence, pt. 4, ed. E. McDonald (1936). "Introduction to The Dragon of the Apocalypse by Frederick Carter," London Mercury (July 1930).
Carter's book eventually appeared under a different title and without Lawrence's introduction.)
It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do. There is no fun in doing nothing when you have nothing to do. Wasting time is merely an occupation then, and a most exhausting one. Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen.
(Jerome K. Jerome (1859-1927), British author. "On Being Idle," Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow (1889).)