It's a small world. When you put it in a cemetery, it is.

You are being suffocated by tradition... Why don't you say, 'I am going to build a life for myself, for my time, and make it a work of art'? Your life isn't a work of art ---it's a thirdhand Victorian whatnot shelf, complete with someone else's collection of seashells and hand-carved elephants.

Educating a beautiful woman is like pouring honey into a fine Swiss watch: everything stops.

There are plenty of good reasons for fighting, I said, but no good reason ever to hate without reservation, to imagine that God Almighty Himself hates with you, too.

There is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre.

[Ayres] was our city because we were building it. That's how I felt when I walked around town.

Son,' my father said to me, 'someday this will all be yours.