All artists dream of a silence which they must enter, as some creatures return to the sea to spawn.

Yes, of course, there's something fishy about describing people's feelings. You try hard to be accurate, but as soon as you start to define such and such a feeling, language lets you down. It's really a machine for making falsehoods. When we really speak the truth, words are insufficient. Almost everything except things like "pass the gravy" is a lie of a sort. And that being the case, I shall shut up. Oh, and... pass the gravy.

One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats, and if some of these can be inexpensive and quickly procured so much the better.

They are universal places, like churches, hallowed meeting places of all mankind.

I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.

A long marriage is very unifying, even if it's not ideal, and those old structures must be respected.

The entry of a child into any situation changes the whole situation.