Hemingway describes literary New York as a bottle full of tapeworms trying to feed on each other.

A woman’s beauty lies, not in any exaggeration of the specialized zones, nor in any general harmony that could be worked out by means of the sectio aurea or a similar aesthetic superstition; but in the arabesque of the spine. The curve by which the back modulates into the buttocks. It is here that grace sits and rides a woman’s body.

Atrocity is truly emperor; All things that thrive are slaves of cruel Creation.

What we need is progress with an escape hatch.

I once did something right. I played first-rate basketball. I really did. And after you're first-rate at something, no matter what, it kind of takes the kick out of being second-rate.

Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

Government is either organized benevolence or organized madness; its peculiar magnitude permits no shading.