Why look any further if you've discovered complete satisfaction.

Laughter is the lightning rod of play, the eroticism of conversation.

The more words I have, the more distinct, precise my perceptions become--and such lucidity is a form of joy.

While we allow the inhabitants of imaginary remote corners the authenticity of savages or sufferers, we rarely suppose them to possess the authenticity of complex, sophisticated perceptions.

The vision of an entire world becoming just like us is at least as discomfiting as the thought that most of it won't.

I never fail to be moved by knowing that the ground on which I walk is layered with the past- with achievement and strife and the repeated passions and conflicts of the human creature, always changing, always the same. Generations passing like grass.

The worst losses come at night.