When I remember my family, I always remember their backs. They were always indignantly leaving places.

To be an American and unable to play baseball is comparable to being a Polynesian and unable to swim.

I do not understand the capricious lewdness of the sleeping mind.

Then it is dark; it is a night where kings in golden suits ride elephants over the mountains.

We praise Him, we bless Him, we adore Him, we glorify Him, and we wonder who is that baritone across the aisle and that pretty woman on our right who smells of apple blossoms. Our bowels stir and our cod itches and we amend our prayers for the spiritual life with the hope that it will not be too spiritual.

At my back I hear the word-"homosexual"-and it seems to split my world in two.... It is ignorance, our ignorance of one another, that creates this terrifying erotic chaos. Information, a crumb of information, seems to light the world.

Avoid kneeling in unheated stone churches. Ecclesiastical dampness causes prematurely grey hair.