There are an awful lot of skinny people in the cemetery.

There is a growing strength in women, but it is in the forehead, not in the forearm.

I don't share blame. I don't share credit. And I don't share desserts.

I really do believe I can accomplish a great deal with a big grin, I know some people find that disconcerting, but that doesn't matter.

There are an awful lot of skinny people in the cemetery.

A primary function of art and thought is to liberate the individual from the tyranny of his culture in the environmental sense and to permit him to stand beyond it in an autonomy of perception and judgment.

I had found a kind of serenity, a new maturity. I didn't feel better or stronger than anyone else but it seemed no longer important whether everyone loved me or not - more important now was for me to love them. Feeling that way turns your whole life around; living becomes the act of giving.