They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering eyes and soft fluttery voices. But they were all made out of thin invisible steel.

Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.

Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.

The world was hers for the reading.

From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood.

She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered 'different.' She did not suffer too much.

Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldn't happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she, Francie, was the dreamer?

It's come at last", she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.

They learned no compassion from their own anguish. Thus their suffering was wasted.

But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.

Everything, decided Francie after that first lecture, was vibrant with life and there was no death in chemistry. She was puzzled as to why learned people didn't adopt chemistry as a religion.

You do know you could find yourself charged with being a dominant species while under the influence of impulse-driven consumerism, don't you?

I'm the problem of anxiety we must, therefore, always ask the question of what vital value is being threatened

It almost seems to me that man was not born to be a carnivore.

Charm and perfection hardly cooperate. Charm premises little mistakes which one would like to cover.

Now I'm searching for a slightly overweight, single, childless woman who doesn't have a date and isn't too depressing to be around. It's getting harder to find a girlfriend than a boyfriend.

I like Jodie Foster and then Meryl Streep. They're just, like, the greatest ever.

If I have advocated the cause of the Negro, it is not because I am a Negro, but because I am a man.

When you get so that you can't see, you come to it gradually. And if you didn't come by it gradually, I guess you'd just kill yourself when you couldn't see.

Artists with a capital 'A' are at ease working in all areas of art, whether it is a contemporary abstract painting or work requiring methods and techniques of the Renaissance Masters.

I think that's why I like New York City because you can just put on your backpack and just explore; you never know where you are going to end up.