Children hold us hostage; they represent our commitment to the future.
truth ... is the first casualty of tyranny.
Collecting is like sex; satisfaction renews and creates new appetites.
How do you think it would feel to be obliged to ask for a seat-belt extender on an airplane? For the unfashionably bulgy, life is a series of small humiliations.
Sometimes I think that just not thinking of oneself is a form of prayer. . .
There are no original ideas. There are only original people.