There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do. It's all part of the same thing. And some of the things folks do is nice, and some ain't nice, but that's as far as any man got a right to say.

And her joy was nearly like sorrow.

Positano bites deep. It is a dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there and becomes beckoningly real after you have gone.

The comfortable people in tight houses felt pity at first, and then distaste, and finally hatred for the migrant people.

You can boast about anything if it's all you have. Maybe the less you have, the more you are required to boast.

Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit.

The new American finds his challenge and his love in the traffic-choked streets, skies nested in smog, choking with the acids of industry, the screech of rubber and houses leashed in against one another while the town lets wither a time and die.