The world invited me many places.

I do not value religion chiefly for its morality.

I hear it said of somebody that he is leading a double life. I think to myself: Just two?

There are times when the power of language is not the power that is needed.

Her book about the money in sex gives you the feeling of the sex in money.

But even now, with the crates piled high in the hall, what I see most plainly about the books is that they are beautiful. They take up room? Of course they do: they are an environment; atoms, not bits. My books are not dead weight, they are live weight — matter infused by spirit, every one of them, even the silliest. They do not block the horizon; they draw it. They free me from the prison of contemporaneity: one should not live only in one’s own time. A wall of books is a wall of windows.

There are moral religious people and moral secular people, immoral religious people and immoral secular people.