My intentions go one way, my desires another. Thus I feel both self-indulgent and deprived.

Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.

When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.

My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.

Retirement requires the invention of a new hedonism, not a return to the hedonism of youth

The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.

Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.

The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.

'Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.'

Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

I believe what Jesus said was, 'I the Lord will forgive whom I will forgive. But of you it is required that you forgive all men.

Quite possibly there's nothing as fine as a big freight train starting across country in early summer, Hardesty thought. That's when you learn that the tragedy of plants is that they have roots.

An error is simply a failure to adjust immediately from a preconception to an actuality.

There's no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.

I took the frets out of my bass after I was getting into jazz a lot and I wanted to have that upright sound.

The sun gives spirit and life to the plants and the earth nourishes them with moisture.

Swadeshi is the only doctrine consistent with the law of humanity and love.

The universe is intentional. It is always moving in the direction of greater love, regardless whether or not we consciously align with that love.

All the kids made their own git-tars. Made mine out of a box and bit of stick for a neck. Couldn't do much with it, but that's how you learn.

I am 58 and it's difficult for people to gauge my age.