Hindsight is common and bland as boiled potatoes.

The Golden Arches of McDonald's rise, glorious across the landscape, contempo-monolithic, simple in concept as Stonehenge if we could but see it.

There's a bad odor about a man who's been betrayed.

I like density, not volume. I like to leave something to the imagination. The reader must fit the pieces together, with the author's discreet help.

The part we play is not as we want it, but as we are made-with the genitals God gave us.

I've finally learned not to want things I cannot have.

Acceptance is the word we must substitute for dependence in dealing with the aged. Their acceptance of help, ours of their need.

None of the adults I knew ever touched in public, much less kneaded each others flesh.

To fear the bourgeois is bourgeois.

Wouldn't a laugh serve us better than to battle it out with our mortal souls?

To say a thing simply: I am my history, but the story of my life is always guarded, self-conscious. It is finally the only story we give to someone we love.

Morality is temporary, wisdom is permanent.

Schools are a fountain of knowledge: some students come to drink, some to sip and others just to gargle.

She believed in nothing. Only her scepticism kept her from being an atheist.

In Revenge, as in life, every action has an equal and opposite reaction. In the end the guilty always fall.

If women understand by emancipation the adoption of the masculine role then we are lost indeed.

One thing we know for sure is that change is certain, progress is not.

I go around the world, working with all kinds of people who I love.

But active programming consists of the design of new programs, rather than contemplation of old programs.

How surely a knowledge of the world hardens the heart!