Why do you think you are missing something you never had?

I like to go somewhere where I learn something I didn't know before, like the Dry Tortugas between Florida and Cuba.

I have a writer's memory, which makes everything worse than maybe it actually was.

Who knows where inspiration comes from. Perhaps it arises from desperation. Perhaps it comes from the flukes of the universe, the kindness of the muses.

They know where happiness lies, not in a cave or a country, but in love and the freedom to give and take what has been there all along.

No two languages are ever sufficiently similar to be considered as representing the same social reality. The worlds in which different societies live are distinct worlds, not merely the same world with different labels attached.

And I remember wondering why it was that eating something good could make me feel so terrible, while vomiting something terrible could make me feel so good.