You can date the evolving life of a mind, like the age of a tree, by the rings of friendship formed by the expanding central trunk.
What I really do is take real plums and put them in an imaginary cake.
Labor is work that leaves no trace behind it when it is finished.
Driving a car, you are in danger of killing; walking or standing, of being killed.
What's the use of falling in love if you both remain inertly as you were?
A society person who is enthusiastic about modern painting or Truman Capote is already half a traitor to his class. It is middle-class people who, quite mistakenly, imagine that a lively pursuit of the latest in reading and painting will advance their status in the world.