As a remedy to life in society I would suggest the big city. Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means.
Without music, life is a journey through a desert.
Faith, I am no such fool; everyone for himself in this desert of selfishness which is called life.
Novels without female characters were a lifeless desert.
It's only a world, after all, and they're just sand grains in the desert, worlds.
It is the real, and not the map, whose vestiges subsist here and there, in the deserts which are no longer those of the Empire but our own: The desert of the real itself.
In the desert, an old monk had once advised a traveler, the voices of God and the Devil are scarcely distinguishable.
I walked in a desert. And I cried, ‘Ah, God, take me from this place!’ A voice said, ‘It is no desert.’ I cried, ‘Well, But - The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon.’ A voice said, ‘It is no desert.’
A library outranks any other one thing a community can do to benefit its people. It is a never failing spring in the desert.
Boston is an oasis in the desert, a place where the larger proportion of people are loving, rational and happy.
Some fools in the desert with nothing to do...invented me, and they invented you. And other fools keep it all going and growing. Everybody, we're a figment of their imagination.
