She’d decided that about eighty percent of what you believe about yourself when you’re twenty turns out to be wrong. The problem is you don’t know what your small true part is until much later.

But such was the way with people – they loved the things that made them miserable.

He’s looking for people he can be himself around. Aren’t we all?

When all you have is the memory of a thing, all you can think about is how the thing is gone.

What a treacherous thing a body was, how it so blatantly acted out the mind’s secrets.

It was true. Heard it on Cronkite.

A dormitory was a hopeless idea. Whoever thought of encasing two hundred girls in a concrete box?

The things we love the most are the most disfiguring. Such is our greed for them.

It’s the great flaw of journalism. The more something happens, the less newsworthy it is.

You know what happened to her, right?

My paintings are the last paintings one can make.

In every kind of adversity, the bitterest part of a man's affliction is to remember that he once was happy.

One of the things that's kind of persistent is that I am the model on the cover of Tom Waits' album, Small Change.

To you who have never died, may I say: Welcome to the world!

Chicks can make you flip more than any drug would.

That is the great contribution of Reformed thinking to the Christian church: theology for a life well-lived.

[On marriage:] It is an institution committed to the dulling of the feelings.

Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail!Rejoic'd I see thy purple mantle spreadO'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way,And orient pearls from ev'ry shrub depend.

I love aging. Why would I want to be 21 for the rest of my life?