Perhaps, if we don't always have a conscious conscience, we have a subliminal one, from which the memory of past wrongs is not so easily erased.

It may be that just as tonality recurs in music and realism in painting, so the idea of liberalism recurs in politics-though each time in a different vein.

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

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

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.

There is nothing like a gleam of humor to reassure you that a fellow human being is ticking inside a strange face.

The worst losses come at night.