...God knows you can have complication and difficulty without any compensating depth or seriousness

Though why should we expect age to mellow us? If it isn't life's business to reward merit, why should it be life's business to give us warm comfortable feelings towards its end? What possible evolutionary purpose could nostalgia serve?

We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but were only being cowardly. What we called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them.

Writers of either gender ought to be able to do the opposite sex-that's one basic test of competence, after all.

Most people, in my opinion, steal much of what they are. If they didn't what poor items they would be.

How rarely do our emotions meet the object they seem to deserve? How hopelessly we signal; how dark the sky; how big the waves. We are all lost at sea, washed between hope and despair, hailing something that may never come to rescue us.

Irony - The modern mode: either the devil’s mark or the snorkel of sanity.