As for wrinkles--Pshaw! Why shouldn't we have wrinkles? Honorable insignia of long service in this warfare.

Gone! ...And you and I quite crestfallen.

For the past twenty years you and I have been fed all day long on good solid lies about sex

It is easy to acknowledge, but almost impossible to realize for long, that we are mirrors whose brightness, if we are bright, is wholly derived from the sun that shines upon us.

The first demand any work of art makes upon us is to surrender. Look. Listen. Receive. Get yourself out of the way.

Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it.

If we let ourselves, we shall always be waiting for some distraction or other to end before we can really get down to our work.