When appearance and reality coincide, philosophy and literary criticism find themselves with nothing to say.

God may be a human creation, but He goes His way, not ours.

Expensive advertising courts us with hints and images. The ordinary kind merely says, Buy.

Perhaps fortunately, no one has ever found out what it would be like to have all his wishes fulfilled.

The language of pornography is abusive, that of romance adoring. Both are addressed to a fetish.

Realism absorbs the ideal by adding a few small imperfections. Example: it paints a few specks of mud on the white gown of the Lady in the Garden.

Attachments and bereavements are inseparable.