I kneel to my Lord because I am such a failure. I pray, I hope, I look to the Gospels.

It's true, you can never eat a pet you name. And anyway, it would be like a ventriloquist eating his dummy.

There is no loneliness like that of a failed marriage.

September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.

Will I have to use a dictionary to read your book?" asked Mrs. Dodypol. "It depends," says I, "how much you used the dictionary before you read it.

I hate injustice, I despise inequity, I condemn hypocrisy, I abhor the lack of reason.

Where there is no style, there is in effect no point of view. There is, essentially, no anger, no conviction, no self. Style is opinion, hung washing, the caliber of a bullet, teething beads.

Why should a blacksmith put his hands in the fire if he has tongs?

Yellow is vagueness and luminousness, both.

Hypocrisy is the essence of snobbery, but all snobbery is about the problem of belonging.

One's style holds one, thankfully, at bay from the enemies of it but not from the stupid crucifixions by those who must willfully misunderstand it.

A little here and a little there will always accumulate, so why be surprised when steady, small steps take you to great places?

It is not necessary to understand things in order to argue about them.

But my patriotism goes for something beyond what we have. We don't have something that I want to die for - anymore.

But the people of the church in Jerusalem had been commanded by a revelation, vouchsafed to approved men there before the war, to leave the city and to dwell in a certain town of Perea called Pella.

We can expect the climate crisis industry to grow increasingly shrill, and increasingly hostile toward anyone who questions their authority.

What is key for winning the election is to be able to put forth a vision for our future and how this election affects people's lives.

Like a human rights lawyer who uses the law to rectify wrongs, I use filmic storytelling for the same effect.

I was making guitars and I was a sheet metal worker and if you ever see sheet metal workers' hands, you've never seen so many cuts in your life.

The message behind the words is the voice of the heart.

Wit is, in fact, the eloquence of indifference.