I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed.

Life, the permission to know death.

Time is a great conference planning our end, and youth is only the past putting a leg forward.

We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasn't the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how life's lived before it gets to the parlor door.

New York rose out of the water like a great wave that found it impossible to return again and so remained there in horror, peering out of the million windows man had caged it with.

Life is painful, nasty and short.. in my case it has only been painful and nasty.

Why is it that whenever I hear music I think I’m a bride?