The Human moral keyboard is limited ... there's nothing you can play on it that hasn't been played before. And, my dear Friends, I am sorry to say this, but it has its lower notes.

But nothing is more opaque than absolute transparency.

I hope that people will finally come to realize that there is only one 'race' - the human race - and that we are all members of it.

Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.

Canada was built on dead beavers.

A divorce is like an amputation: you survive it, but there's less of you.

We still think of a powerful man as a born leader and a powerful woman as an anomaly.

You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself.

Nature is to zoos as God is to churches.

If the national mental illness of the United States is megalomania, that of Canada is paranoid schizophrenia.

Another belief of mine; that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.

Joy come and go like pleasant breeze. It's the miseries that stick in you like thorns - until you realize that it's all your doing.

... look treasured

Because until you know what you want to be, other people are just going to keep trying to make you into something useful for them.

TRICHINOSIS, n. The pig's reply to proponents of porcophagy.

I have the exact opposite problem of every writer I've ever met: Every writer I've ever met writes things that are too long, and they have to edit them down.

We have to remind ourselves that we are not the transitory body, we are not the person who is having experiences, we are not affected by action or inaction.

I had a lot of expectations placed on me because I was already having some success with my short stories. That was not a good situation to be in. That by itself took a long time to overcome.

Some of us cannot be optimists, but all of us can be bigamists

Life isn’t fair. It never will be. Quit trying to make it fair. You don’t need it to be fair. Go make life unfair to your advantages.

Those who, like the beasts, have no such Hope, pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.