Well chaps first I'd like to say a few vile things more or less at random, not only because it is expected of me but also because I enjoy it.

He is mad about being small when you were big, but no, that's not it, he is mad about being helpless when you were powerful, but no, not that either, he is mad about being contingent when you were necessary, not quite it... he is insane because when he loved you, you didn't notice.

My mother studied English and drama at the University of Pennsylvania, where my father studied architecture. She was a great influence in all sorts of ways, a wicked wit.

Faint equivalents can sometimes be found ... . Or it can be rendered obliquely-an adolescent's mental image of his or her parents making love, which must be something on the order of crocodiles mating.

The important thing is the educational experience itself — how to survive it.

The self cannot be escaped, but it can be, with ingenuity and hard work, distracted.

How can you be alienated without first having been connected?