Professors of literature collect books the way a ship collects barnacles, without seeming effort.
In former days, everyone found the assumption of innocence so easy; today we find fatally easy the assumption of guilt.
You can flush my ashes down the toilet, for all I care.
one sank into the ancient sin of anomie when challenges failed.
The journey is over. Love to all.
Why do long marriages occasionally endow their inhabitants with a rare kind of equilibrium otherwise almost unknown in human relations? My guess is that the value of the moment has at last overshadowed the long history of resentments, betrayals, and boredom.