Life is not long at all, never long enough, but days are very long indeed.

I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother.

Gradually I came to realize that people will more readily swallow lies than truth, as if the taste of lies was homey, appetizing: a habit.

Thousand got away to other countries; thousands returned to Spain tempted by false promises of kindness. By the tens of thousands, these Spaniards died of neglect in the concentration camps.

After a lifetime of war-watching, I see war as an endemic human disease, and governments are the carriers.

Nothing is better for self-esteem than survival.

I do not see myself as a footnote to someone else's life.

Public opinion, though slow as lava, in the end forces governments towards more sanity, more justice. My heroes and heroines are all private citizens.

All politicians are bores and liars and fakes. I talk to people.

In November you begin to know how long the winter will be.

Freedom' is the most expensive possession there is; it has to be paid for with loneliness.

When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Then find someone who's life is givin' them vodka and have a party!

How we treat our land, how we build upon it, how we act toward our air and water, in the long run, will tell what kind of people we really are.-Laurance S. Rockefeller

All new news is old news happening to new people

Thirty--the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair.

What torments me is not the humps nor hollows nor the ugliness. It is the sight, a little bit in all these men, of Mozart murdered.

...and she said we all had to find God inside ourselves, in the things we loved most.

... we may remember what the Romansthought a cultivated person ought to be: one who knows how to choose his company among men, among things, among thoughts, in the present as well as in the past.

The sunshine fails, the shadows grow more dreary, And I am near to fall, infirm and weary.

The unconscious is the discourse of the Other.

Love is the law of life.