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.

How can you be alienated without first having been connected?

The task is not so much to solve problems as to propose questions.

Is death that which gives meaning to life? And I said, no, life is that which gives meaning to life.

The privileged classes can afford psychoanalysis and whiskey. Whereas all we get is sermons and sour wine. This is manifestly unfair. I protest, silently.

The much heaves and palpitates. It is multidirectional and has a mayor.

See the moon? It hates us.