Truth disappears with the telling of it.
Life is like a cucumber. One minute it's in your hand, the next it's up you ass.
It is not peace we seek but meaning.
No one can go on being a rebel too long without turning into an autocrat.
Every man is made of clay and diamond, and no woman can nourish both.
I am quite alone. I am neither happy nor unhappy; I lie suspended like a hair or a feather in the cloudy mixtures of memory.