We feel something, and reach out for the nearest phrase or hum with which to communicate, but which fails to do justice to what has induced us to do so....We stay on the outside of our impressions, as if staring at them through a frosted window, superficially related to them, yet estranged from whatever has eluded casual definition.

To one's enemies: "I hate myself more than you ever could.

Anyone who isn't embarrassed of who they were last year probably isn't learning enough.

Despite the best efforts of critics and the hopes of authors, our tastes in books are probably as inherent & unbudgeable as those in food.

The desire for high status is never stronger than in situations where "ordinary" life fails to answer a median need for dignity and comfort.

The study of maps and the perusal of travel books aroused in me a secret fascination that was at times almost irresistible.

On paper, being good sounds great but a lot depends on the atmosphere of the workplace or community we live in. We tend to become good or bad depending on the cues sent out within a particular space.