While Time, The endless idiot, runs screaming round the world.
Nothing is so musical as the sound of pouring bourbon for the first drink on a Sunday morning. Not Bach or Schubert or any of those masters.
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.
I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror.
justice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.
Imagination takes humility, love and great courage.