It is not enough for a story to flow. It has to kind of trickle and glint as it crosses over the stones of the bare facts.

irony is a way of having one's cake while appearing to eat it.

We are fated to love one another; we hardly exist outside our love, we are just animals without it, with a birth and a death and constant fear between. Our love has lifted us up , out of the dreadfulness of merely living.

To be human is to be in the tense condition of a death-foreseeing, consciously libidinous animal. No other earthly creature suffers such a capacity for thought, such a complexity of envisioned but frustrated possibilities, such a troubling ability to question the tribal and biological imperatives.

But it seems to me that once you begin a gesture it's fatal not to go through with it.

It's been the same story ever since I can remember, ever since Wilson - the Republicans don't do a thing for the little man.

I will try not to panic, to keep my standard of living modest and to work steadily, even shyly, in the spirit of those medieval carvers who so fondly sculpted the undersides of choir seats.