Going around under an umbrella interferes with one's looking up at the sky.

I am curious about grownups, not children.

And really the purpose of art - for me, fiction - is to alert, to indicate to stop, to say: Make certain that when you rush through you will not miss the moment which you might have had, or might still have.

It's not that you aren't likable. On the contrary. You are. It's just that one wonders if you haven't made a career out of being so likable.

There must be no worse punishment to a totalitarian nation than the withdrawal of capital.

Persons who have been homeless carry within them a certain philosophy of life which makes them apprehensive about ownership.

The popular culture says . . . Do what you do, your life is predestined, like the installment plan on your house. There's not much you can do about it. Make your payments, live it, get sick, die, don't make any trouble. It is the Master Charge of destiny. Try to get your high credit rating.