Mortals are easily tempted to pinch the life out of their neighbor's buzzing glory, and think that such killing is no murder.

It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.

And certainly, the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it.

But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.

What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?

A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards.

Blameless people are always the most exasperating.

People glorify all sorts of bravery except the bravery they might show on behalf of their nearest neighbors.

I don't see how a man is to be good for much unless he has some one woman to love him dearly.

Men outlive their love, but they don’t outlive the consequences of their recklessness.

Upon my word, I think the truth is the hardest missile one can be pelted with.

Hope begins in the dark the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up.

I think that this is the first war in history that on the morrow the victors sued for peace and the vanquished called for unconditional surrender.

I think Jewish history did away with a priesthood when the Temple was destroyed, and it became, supposedly, a religion of scholars. A rabbi is just a scholar.

Fiction is about human beings, first and foremost. (It's not impossible to write fiction with no human protagonists, but it's very hard to keep the reader interested ...)

Rice Krispies happens to be one of my favorite junk foods, just as I regard Michener as superior among junk writers.

Instinct must be thwarted just as one prunes the branches of a tree so that it will grow better.

When you live in hysteria, people start thinking emotionally.

I listen to money singing, it's like looking down from long French windows at a provincial town. The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad in the evening sun. It is intensely sad.

The only shoes that look futuristic are Crocs, but they would be terrible to use in a futuristic movie.

We are suffering from our own Karma. It is not the fault of God. What we do is our own fault, nothing else. Why should God be blamed?. . .