Adultery is extravagance.

...I've learned exactly who the enemy are. I easily recognize them-business-suited in their modern American executive guise, each boss two feet taller than I am and impossible to meet eye to eye.

Not many women got to live out the daydream of women—to have a room, even a section of a room, that only gets messed up when she messes it up herself.

I am confirmed in my belief that war is utter destructive violent chaos. There is no "art," no "order(s)," no "just war." No matter what the ideologies, wars are the same.

How unlike a dead fish a live fish is.

Any merchant who advertises 'Honest Scales' must have been thinking about weighing them.

We're all under the same sky and walk the same earth; we're alive together during the same moment.