There's something so showy about desperation, it takes hard wits to see it's a grandiose form of funk.

There is no end to the violations committed by children on children, quietly talking alone.

Not only is there no question of solitude, but in the long run we may not choose our company.

... love dreads being isolated, being left to speak in a void -- at the beginning it would often rather listen than speak.

The best that an individual can do is to concentrate on what he or she can do, in the course of a burning effort to do it better.

Makes of men date, like makes of car.

All good dialogue perhaps deals with something unprecedented.