The best work that anybody ever writes is the work that is on the verge of embarrassing him, always.

For the political world, I have come to believe, is fundamentally beyond anyone's control, yet we all go on as though it were a kind of vehicle that only needs a change of drivers in order to steer it away from its frequent hair-raising visits to the edge of the cliff.

It is rare for people to be asked the question which puts them squarely in front of themselves

Immortality is like trying to carve your initials in a block of ice in the middle of July.

The best of our theater is standing on tiptoe, striving to see over the shoulders of father and mother. The worst is exploiting and wallowing in the self-pity of adolescence and obsessive keyhole sexuality. The way out, as the poet says, is always through.

Where choice begins, Paradise ends, innocence ends, for what is Paradise but the absence of any need to choose this action?

Suicide kills two people.