Why do you love the woman you're in love with? Because she is. And that, after all, is God's own definition of Himself; I am that I am. The girl is who she is. Some of her isness spills over and impregnates the entire universe. Objects and events cease to be mere representations of classes and become their own uniqueness; cease to be illustrations of verbal abstractions and become fully concrete. Then you stop being in love, and the universe collapses, with an almost audible squeak of derision, into its normal insignificance.

When an artist deserts to the side of the angels, it is the most odious of treasons.

To be a fool at the right time is also an art.

God in the safe and Ford on the shelves.

I dread the inevitable acceleration of American world domination which will be the result of it all...Europe will no longer be Europe.

...most men and women will grow up to love their servitude and will never dream of revolution.

Somewhere in the rain, there will always be an abandoned dog that prevents you from being happy.