Jealousy is all the fun you think they had.

We are finally driven to monogamy not by morality but by exhaustion.

The desire for magic cannot be eradicated. Even the most supposedly rational people attempt to practice magic in love and war. We simultaneously possess the most primitive of brain stems and the most sophisticated of cortices. The imperatives of each coexist uneasily.

is there not an Arabick Proverb which goes, 'No one throws Stones at a Barren Tree'?

A poem (surely someone has said this before) is a one-night stand, a short story a love affair, and a novel a marriage.

We've lost more men to homosexuality than we ever did in two world wars.

perfectionism is the enemy of art. Since art is essentially divine play, not dogged work, it often happens that as one becomes more professionally driven one also becomes less capriciously playful.