Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.

Gradually I came to realize that my understanding of women goes only as far as the pleasure is concerned.

We must.. We must bring our own light to the darkness

and even the trees we walked under seemed less than trees and more like everything else.

Love is a form of prejudice. I have too many other prejudices.

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

In New York you've got to have all the luck.