They like life alright, but that they would like it even better if they could know that it was going to end sometime.

She broke my heart. I didn't like that much. But that was the price. In this world, you get what you pay for.

Men are jerks. Women are psychotic.

While on the subject of burning books, I want to congratulate librarians, not famous for their physical strength, who, all over this country, have staunchly resisted anti-democratic bullies who have tried to remove certain books from their shelves, and destroyed records rather than have to reveal to thought police the names of persons who have checked out those titles. So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House, the Supreme Court, the Senate, the House of Representatives, or the media. The America I loved still exists at the front desks of our public libraries.

Now, the engineers and managers believe with all their hearts the glorious things their forebears hired people to say about them. Yesterday's snow job becomes today's sermon.

The little girls were wearing black party dresses and black party shoes, so strangers would know at once how nice they were.

To the as-yet-unborn, to all innocent wisps of undifferentiated nothingness: Watch out for life.