We can lie in the language of dress or try ot tell the truth; but unless we are naked and bald, it is impossible to be silent.

With a pencil and paper, I could revise the world.

Even when we say nothing our clothes are talking noisily to everyone who sees us, telling them who we are, where we come from, what we like to do in bed and a dozen other intimate things.

the fashion pages of magazines such as Cosmopolitan now seem to specialize in telling the career girl what to wear to charm the particular wrong type of man who reads Playboy, while the editorial pages tell her how to cope with the resulting psychic damage.

There is a peculiar burning odor in the room, like explosives. the kitchen fills with smoke and the hot, sweet, ashy smell of scorched cookies. The war has begun.

Real literature, like travel, is always a surprise.

We can lie in the language of dress or try ot tell the truth; but unless we are naked and bald, it is impossible to be silent.