When disaster waves, I try not to wave back.
Placing the extraordinary at the center of the ordinary, as realism does, is a great comfort to us stay-at-homes.
For some, bottles of liquor gleam like the towers of Eldorado.
Modernized by tin roofs and T-shirts, Third World poverty is no longer picturesque.
Some subjects come up suddenly in our speech and cannot be silenced.
Jealousy fuses megalomania and self-abandonment.