There has never been a day in my life when I was not in love.

There are no vacant lots in nature.

My Aunt Ida at age eighty-three: 'Yeah,' she said, 'I'll be dead pretty soon. And frankly, I don't give a damn.'

Girls, like flowers, bloom but once. But once is enough.

The ideal society can be described, quite simply, as that in which no man has the power of means to coerce others.

I want my body to help fertilize the growth of a cactus or cliff rose or sagebrush or tree.

There's nothing so obscene and depressing as an American Christmas.