Beauty is the first present nature gives to women and the first it takes away.

Marriage is what happens when one at least of the partners doesn't want the other to get away.

Much sheer effort goes into avoiding the truth; left to itself, it sweeps in like the tide.

Pride is what you can afford or think you can afford.

I like the dry-cleaners. I like the sense of refreshment and renewal. I like the way dirty old torn clothes are dumped, to be returned clean and wholesome in their slippery transparent cases. Better than confesssion any day. Here there is a true sense of rebirth, redemption, salvation.

Sound waves do not die out. They travel forever and forever. All our sentences are immortal. Our useless bleatings circle the universe for all eternity.

There was no such thing as defeat if you didn't accept it.