Outside in the sun the Holy Mother stood on her pedestal in the garden, sorry but unsympathetic. The usual position of mothers.

Time cures you first, and then it kills you.

Life proceeds, it enrages. The untouched ones spend their luck without a thought, believing they deserve it.

Everyone should get dirt on his hands each day. Doctors, intellectuals. Politicians, most of all. How can we presume to uplift the life of the working man, if we don't respect his work?

The room looks as if a giant dog after a large lunch of food, socks, paints, trousers and pencils, walked into that room and vomited everywhere.

Sometimes history cleaves and for one helpless moment stands still like the pause when the ax splits a log and the two halves rest on end waiting to fall.

I almost never respect men. They're like flowers -- all show, a lot of color and lust. You pick them and throw them on the ground.

We are bodies, sometimes with dreams and always with desires.

She never says gracias because life is made of survival not grace, she says, and servants are paid to bring what they're asked.

Why does a person spend money on a stamp to spout bile at a stranger?

The giant beech next door intends to shiver off every hair of its pelt.

The absence of ‘criticism’ is not Appreciation!!!

We have all suffered losses and pain, but no loss is greater than a life lost holding-on to a painful past.

Every promise we kept, every squeeze of the hand, every secretive smile we exchanged, every crying child we comforted- every one of those moments narrowed the distance between us.

I'm a novelist first, and I wrote a bunch of books, and everything I write, I just find people are more interesting when there's an element of humor to it.

Death is an antidote for this life, and it makes another more stable form of life which is insoluble in everything.

I want to live a passionate life. I always want to feel the wind in my hair.

God is with you always. Simply turn your face to Him.

Each cartoon needs the right amount of wrong.

There's a difference between solitude and loneliness. I can understand the concept of being a monk for a while.

Affection is created by habit, community of interests, convenience and the desire of companionship. It is a comfort rather than an exhilaration.