I'm wild again, beguiled again, a whimpering, simpering child again. Bewitched, bothered, bewildered am I.

They tell him that there is no why, since the moment simply is and since all of them are trapped in the moment, like bugs in amber.

My god-life! who can understand eve one little minute of it? 'don't try' he said 'just pretend you understand.

Life happens too fast for you ever to think about it. If you could just persuade people of this, but they insist on amassing information.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but the living room in your fortified compound.

It seems to me that the most universal revolutionary wish now or ever is a wish for heaven, a wish by a human being to be honored by angels for something other than beauty or usefulness.

I've got news for Mr. Santayana: we're doomed to repeat the past no matter what. That's what it is to be alive.