If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.

Every exit is an entry somewhere else.

Skill without imagination is craftsmanship and gives us many useful objects such as wickerwork picnic baskets. Imagination without skill gives us modern art.

If you associate enough with older people who do enjoy their lives, who are not stored away in any golden ghettos, you will gain a sense of continuity and of the possibility for a full life.

Words are sacred. If you get the right ones in the right order you can nudge the world a little.

It's not the voting that's democracy; it's the counting.

A healthy attitude is contagious but don't wait to catch it from others. Be a carrier.

To be an artist at all is like living in Switzerland during a world war. To be an artist in Zurich, in 1917, implies a degree of self-absorption that would have glazed over the eyes of Narcissus.

Give us this day our daily mask.

Atheism is a crutch for those who cannot bear the reality of God.

It's no trick loving somebody at their best. Love is loving them at their worst.

These are facts which, with the self-evident proposition that no being can create another being superior to itself, smashes your silly hypothesis to nothing.

Plans to protect air and water, wilderness and wildlife are in fact plans to protect man.

The female body is something that's so beautiful. I wish women would be proud of their bodies and not diss other women for being proud of theirs.

I hate the stress of leaving. Even though I have everything I need, I always feel like I'm forgetting something.

Anyone who, for 25 years, has built a career on such tenuous foundations as a high-pitched giggle, a raspberry and a sprinkling of top 'Cs' needs all the friends he can get.

Give people a common enemy, and you will give them a common identity. Deprive them of an enemy and you will deprive them of the crutch by which they know who they are.

I fear, as any daughter would, losing myself back into the mother.

Write out of love, write out of instinct, write out of reason. But always for money.

When I'm writing in long hand, it just goes on and on and on. When I was in the saloon business, I would just greet people and talk to them and avoid taxes, and getting behind the bar. What else.

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get.