How clerks love refusing. It salves them for being clerks.

Diplomacy is what is practiced after-the-fact. Never be too right too soon -- as any smart Uncle will tell you. The man who guesses what will happen will be blamed for it. No one will believe he has merely guessed.

But memory, after a time, dispenses its own emphasis, making a feuilleton of what we once thought most ponderable, laying its wreath on what we never thought to recall.

A happy childhood can't be cured. Mine'll hang around my neck like a rainbow, that's all, instead of a noose.

Women can't travel light. We're in charge of the basic facts.

Balance is compromise. Of the muscles.

'Ms.' is a syllable which sounds like a bumble bee is breaking wind.