Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.

The trouble with treating people as equals is that the first thing you know they may be doing the same thing to you.

Life is a crowded superhighway with bewildering cloverleaf exits on which a man is liable to find himself speeding back in the direction he came.

Words fashioned with somewhat over precise diction are like shapes turned out by a cookie cutter.

The writer can only explore the inner space of his characters by perceptively navigating his own.

I wondered whether any woman could be happy with a man who says 'folderol'.

A politician is a man who can be verbose in fewer words than anyone else.