My skin was the border between the world and me.

When I look at my old pictures, all I can see is what I used to be but am no longer. I think: What I can see is what I am not.

Home is where somebody notices when you are no longer there.

The perfect borscht is what life should be but never is.

Belief and delusion are incestuous siblings.

I am itching to criticize some well-regarded writers' works, but I am not doing it because I am perfectly aware that my critique could easily be reduced to envy or just plain meanness.

I gradually became aware that my interiority was inseparable from my exteriority, that the geography of my city was the geography of my soul.

I much preferred winning to thinking and I didn't like losing at all.

You don't want your neurosurgeon to have doubts about the meaning of it all while he or she is operating on your brain.

If you can't go home, there is nowhere to go, and nowhere is the biggest place in the world-indeed, nowhere is the world.

We knew - but didn't want to know - what was going to happen, the sky descending upon our heads like the shadow of a falling piano in a cartoon.

I didn't know then that the mind, like the earth, has several layers: a crust, a mantle, a boiling core.

Love water, protect it:

I deal with postpartum feelings by reaching out to mom friends. I became very close with some of the women in my prenatal yoga class.

It could be worse,' Passini said respectfully. "There is nothing worse than war." Defeat is worse." I do not believe it," Passini said still respectfully. "What is defeat? You go home.

I met my wife, Margaret L. Mack, at the University of Chicago. We were married in 1936. She died in 1970.

Take it easy, take it easyDon't let the sound of your own wheelsDrive you crazy.

Everybody gets sick; everybody has had a problem with insurance or the prescription drugs they're supposed to be taking or an elderly parent who needs care.

An electronic instrument is just harboring a natural element the same way that a guitar is harboring an acoustic element. It's all nature, really.

And of course there must be something wrong In wanting to silence any song.

I'm too busy. I have no time for worry.