Old age learns about less after a lifetime of more.

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.

We’re alive!” Swedish told her. “I did not see that coming.

To complain that I could only be married once was like complaining that I had only been born once.

Nothing hath separated us from God but our own will, or rather our own will is our separation from God.

I don't need to convince anybody that I know kung fu, but maybe somebody needs to know that I really can act, without doing a Chinese accent or a funny walk.

Military inclusion has never been a central demand from trans populations, who consistently name criminalization, immigration enforcement, poverty and joblessness as top priorities.

I still feel my generation is split on their attitudes.

What a blessed if painful thing, this business of being alive.

I no longer need my power tie, because I always have, my power finger.

Ultimately, no man or woman is happy unless they have found a way to contribute beyond themselves.

The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down.