Death is hacking away at my address book and party lists.

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.

What happened to romance? sappy soppy longhand love letters.

When your intentions are to serve, you will be served.

Well, the memories were obviously - every match is important, every point counts, especially the last sort of 18, 20 years when the matches have been so tight.

That's the van? It looks like a rotting banana." This was undeniable - Eric had painted the van a neon shade of yellow, and it was blotched with dings and rust like splotches of decay.

The difference between rich and poor is not that the rich sin is more than the poor, that the rich find it easier to call sin a virtue.

How can the word love, the word life, even fit in the mouth?

People who aren't artists often feel that artists are inspired. But if you work at your art you don't have time to be inspired.

Statistics do not convey emotion. They shock us for a minute or two, and then we click again.

Achievement doesn't come from what we do, but from who we are. Our worldly power results from our personal power. Our career is an extension of our personality.

I saw the horizon. It's out there. And though I may not ever be able to touch it, it's worth reaching for.