One writes a poem when one is so taken up by an emotional concept that one is unable to remain silent.

The harder the fight, the greater the victory.

Respect, I think, always implies imagination - the ability to see one another, across our inevitable differences, as living souls.

That spring was the start of everything, for me. Before then, I might have been half-asleep, drifting through life.

...after a few days at the desk, telling the truth in an interesting way turns out to be as easy and pleasurable as bathing a cat.

I spent a lot of time playing in miserable places that were not a lot of fun. Somebody once said it is character building and I was like: My character is just fine.

My humanity is a constant self-overcoming.

A Marxist has never written a good novel.

Everything is evil that humans can't control or conquer

The removal of Bill Cosby from his cultural pedestal seems pretty complete.

I'm looking for a perfume to overpower men - I'm sick of karate.