Those running tights the young women wear now, so they look like spacewomen, raspberry red and electric green so tight they show every muscle right into the crack between the buttocks, what is the point of them? Display. Young animals need to display.

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

Suddenly summoned to witness something great and horrendous, we keep fighting not to reduce it to our own smallness.

Many men are more faithful to their golf partners than to their wives and have stuck with them longer.

The essential support and encouragement comes from within, arising out of the mad notion that your society needs to know what only you can tell it.

Our brains are no longer conditioned for reverence and awe. We cannot imagine a Second Coming that would not be cut down to size by the televised evening news, or a Last Judgment not subject to pages of holier-than-thou second-guessing in The New York Review of Books.

How can you respect the world when you see it's being run by a bunch of kids turned old?