For what are the words with which to summarize a lifetime, so much crowded confused happiness terminated by such stark slow-motion pain?

The cleaning is something I use as a reward if I get some work done. I go into a very happy state of mind when I'm vacuuming.

I believe that art is the highest expression of the human spirit. I believe that we yearn to transcend the merely finite and ephemeral; to participate in something mysterious and communal called 'culture' - and that this yearning is as strong in our species as the yearning to reproduce the species.

Not what the mind sees, but what the mind imagines the eye must see.

What madness! Yet she would do it, if she could force herself. She'd become, she believed, a stronger person: a willful, resolute. Like the man who adored her, reckless.

The greatest realities are physical and economic, all the subtleties of life come afterward.

Perhaps the inevitable tragedy of our complex civilization is that we must be specialists in our fields - and our fields have become increasingly difficult, so that communication is nearly impossible.