If I could do my life over, I would try to cleanse at least my pleasures of self-pity.
Good places for aphorisms: in fortune cookies, on bumper stickers, and on banners flying over the Palace of Free Advice.
The prison is the state writ small.
Tolerance is a placid contempt.
I know that I am very much like everybody else, but not really.
Interpreting the dance: young women in white dancing in a ring can only be virgins; old women in black dancing in a ring can only be witches; but middle-aged women in colors, square dancing...?