Age puzzles me. I thought it was a quiet time. My seventies were interesting and fairly serene but my eighties are passionate. I grow more intense as I age.

My kitchen linoleum is so black and shiny that I waltz while I wait for the kettle to boil. This pleasure is for the old who live alone.

Life does not acommodate you, it shatters you. It is meant to, and it couldn't do it better. Every seed destroys its container or else there would be no fruition.

No matter how old a mother is, she watches her middle-aged children for signs of improvement.

Making those we love happy sounds innocent as a dove, but it can be as destructive as a lion.

Age puzzles me. I thought it was a quiet time. My seventies were interesting and fairly serene, but my eighties are passionate. I grow more intense as I age.

life is a tragic mystery. We are pierced and driven by laws we only half understand, we find that the lesson we learn again and again is that of accepting heroic helplessness.

Difficulties are what makes it honorable and interesting to be alive.

I wonder if living alone makes one more alive. No precious energy goes in disagreement or compromise. No need to augment others, there is just yourself, just truth - a morsel - and you.

Is life a pregnancy? That would make death a birth.

Anger must be the energy that has not yet found its fight channel.

Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more.

Anyone hurts my family, I slap them down. A man does for family. That's one of the rules I got from my pa. His rules for being a man.

Things mean pretty much what we want them to mean.

Today continuing poverty and distress are a deeper and more important cause of international tensions, of the conditions that can produce war, than previously.

We take food for granted, but it isn't a luxury for many people.

Whatever you're feeling is what you're vibrating and what you're vibrating is what you're attracting

Divorces are made in heaven.

When I split an infinitive, God damn it, I split it so it stays split.

Paradigms can be asked to show their worth, an some of them do not stand up.

Tolerance is only another name for indifference.