Human sexuality makes farcical our most serious intentions.

Goodnight you princes of Maine, you kings of New England.

I have a friend who says that reviewers are the tickbirds of the literary rhinoceros-but he is being kind. Tickbirds perform a valuable service to the rhino and the rhino hardly notices the birds.

I’m not afraid, but I’m very nervous.

Being wrong about important things is exhausting.

Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!

This is what self-centered religion does to us: it allows us to use it to further our own ends.