I imagine most of that stuff on the information highway is roadkill anyway.
You always find things you didn’t know you were going to say, and that is the adventure...
Celebrity is a mask that eats into the face. As soon as one is aware of being somebody, to be watched and listened to with extra interest, input ceases, and the performer goes blind and deaf in his over-animation. One can either see or be seen.
The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires.
We are each of us like our little blue planet, hung in black space, upheld by nothing but our mutual reassurances, our loving lies.
One does not go to Moscow to get fat.
Days, pale slices between nights, they blend, not exactly alike, transparencies so lightly tinted that only stacked all together do they darken to a fatal shade.
How sad, how strange, we make companions out of air and hurt them, so they will defy us, completing creation.
Atrocity is truly emperor; All things that thrive are slaves of cruel Creation.
Laws aren’t ghosts in this country, they walk around with the smell of earth on them.
Russia is the only country of the world you can be homesick for while you’re still in it.
Mozart’s music gives us permission to live.
Why does one never hear of government funding for the preservation and encouragement of comic strips, girlie magazines and TV soap operas? Because these genres still hold the audience they were created to amuse and instruct.
God is in the tiger as well as in the lamb.
To be a human being is to be in a state of tension between your appetites and your dreams, and the social realities around you and your obligations to your fellow man.
Men emerge pale from the little printing plant at four sharp, ghosts for an instant, blinking, until the outdoor light overcomes the look of constant indoor light clinging to them.
I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again.
Government money in the arts, I fear, can only deflect artists from their responsibility to find an authentic market for their products.
I would rather be seated between any two women than any two men at a dinner party.
Fraud makes the world go round.