I don't understand computers. I don't even understand people who understand computers.

It must be wonderful sport to contradict each other.

Our child will not be raised in tissue paper! We don't even want her to hear the word princess.

I can't understand it. I can't even understand the people who can understand it.

I read this on the gates to a village cemetery: What you are, we used to be. What we are, you’re going to be. — It puts things in perspective, doesn’t it?

Your theory is crazy, but it's not crazy enough to be true.

In my writing I am acting as a map maker, an explorer of psychic areas, a cosmonaut of inner space, and I see no point in exploring areas that have already been thoroughly surveyed.

I go through life like a Karate Kid.

When we sit in stillness, we are profoundly active.

At least if I keep my love a secret, he and I can still have this wonderful, odd, exciting relationship where I love him in silence and pretend he's loving me in silence too.

Asking the author of historical novels to teach you about history is like expecting the composer of a melody to provide answers about radio transmission.

There is no peace in poverty

Broken vows are like broken mirrors. They leave those who held to them bleeding and staring at fractured images of themselves.

If anything characterizes the cultural life of the seventies in America, it is an insistence on preventing failures of communication.