Astrology: do we make a hullabaloo among the stars, or do they make a hullabaloo down here?

Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.

When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.

My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.

Retirement requires the invention of a new hedonism, not a return to the hedonism of youth

The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.

Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.

The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.

'Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.'

Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

You've to stand up for yourself. If you don't, no one else will.

I just want to feel important to someone.

I can't see any hope but a second front. The psychological effect would be great, even if they could not wade all the way to Berlin in 15 to 20 minutes.

Just be comfortable with who you are.

Being ill like this combines shock - this time I will die - with a pain and agony that are unfamiliar, that wrench me out of myself.

Science-fiction fans are the most loyal fans in the world. It's true. They'll watch things that you actually should give them their money back for

If the wine is not good, then throw it out!

Oh no, honey, I can’t read little things like letters. I read big things like men.

The subject of a rumor is always the last to hear it.

Civilization itself . . . can easily be swept aside when mob passions are aroused.