I am the center of the world, but the control panel seems to be somewhere else.

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.

The intercom buzzes while you're changing your shirt. You push the Talk button: "Who is it?" "Narcotics squad. We're soliciting donations for children all over the world who have no drugs.

Because no one ever listens to the dog.

After all, I don't see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.

The voice of experience keeps its mouth shut.

You'd be surprised at what you'd do to stay alive.

The arts teach students that small differences can have large effects. The arts traffic in subtleties.

He that judges without informing himself to the utmost that he is capable, cannot acquit himself of judging amiss

'Faith' Him When You Can't Feel Him.

It's amazing to me that owning your own computer was considered impossible.

Life has a higher end, than to be amused