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.
Nothing feels worse than other people’s good times.
Accent the ugly until it becomes gorgeous.
How can the planet keep turning and turning and not get so bored it explodes?
What you haven’t done by thirty you’re not likely to do. What you have done you’ll do lots more.
Unlike the older, more humanly shaped arts, which begin with a seed and accumulate their form organically, photography clips its substance out of an actual continuum.
Our tears fatten upon our memories of joy.