Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

An excellent man; he has no enemies; and none of his friends like him.

I had buried my romance in a bed of asphodel.

Wisdom comes with winters

The history of women is the history of the worst form of tyranny the world has ever known. The tyranny of the weak over the strong. It is the only tyranny that lasts.

If it is not nailed to the floor, it's mine. If I can pry it loose, it is not nailed down.

California is an Italy without its art.