The gods you do not pay are the ones that can curse you best.

You never knew which split second might be the zigzag bolt dividing all that went before from the everything that comes next.

Your dreams, what you hope for and all that, it's not separate from your life. It grows right up out of it.

We tap our toes to chaste love songs about the silvery moon without recognizing them as hymns to copulation.

Back then I was still appalled that God would set down his barefoot boy and girl dollies into an Eden where, presumably, He had just turned loose elephantiasis and microes that eat the human cornea. Now I understand, God is not just rooting fo the dollies.

Sugar, it's no parade but you'll get down the street one way or another, so you'd just as well throw your shoulders back and pick up the pace.

Silence has many advantages. When you do not speak, other people presume you to be deaf or feeble-minded and promptly make a show of their own limitations.