confession ran in the family.

All art deals with the absurd and aims at the simple. Good art speaks truth, indeed is truth, perhaps the only truth.

We need a moral philosophy in which the concept of love, so rarely mentioned now by philosophers, can once again be made central.

There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.

Art is a kind of artificial memory and the pain which attends all serious art is a sense of that factitiousness.

Philosophy! Empty thinking by ignorant conceited men who think they can digest without eating!

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