Whoever heard of a neurotic frog? Where do humans get off thinking they’re the pinnacle of evolution?
Life is unjust, people can be cruel, and yet if you harden your heart, you will lose what little love there is in this world.
Some people live life and others talk about it.
If you don’t like my book, write your own.
The human animal varies from class to class, culture to culture. In one way we are consistent: We are irrational.
Language is decanted and shared. If only one person is left alive speaking a language – the case with some American Indian languages – the language is dead. Language takes two and their multiples.
English is weak in describing emotional states or intensities of interpersonal relationships.
There are more differences between poor people than between middle-class people.
Seriousness is the refuge of the shallow. There are events and personal experiences that call forth seriousness but they are fewer than most of us think.
It’s a big jump from smart to motherwit.
Guilt is a Jewish invention improved upon by Christians for the last two thousand years.
Mother believed in enjoying herself. Aunt Mimi believed in enjoying herself, then feeling guilty about it.
Where there is no faith, devils are a necessity.
The dead are the only people to have permanent dwellings.
I don’t want to die. I think death is a greatly overrated experience.
You’re nothing in America if you don’t have debt.
Dying’s not so bad. At least I won’t have to answer the telephone.
Death is a greatly overrated experience. I hated Mother’s and I’m not looking forward to my own. Apart from the sorrow there are the bills to be paid. Nobody dies for free.
So much of life is happenstance. It makes me laugh when I go to a bookstore and see all those titles about controlling your life. You’re lucky if you can control your bladder.
Would it upset men if they found out we weren’t different? Are we? Aren’t we? Damned if I know.