Old age isn't a battle; old age is a massacre.
A Jewish man with his parents alive is half the time a helpless infant!
Just like those who are incurably ill, the aged know everything about their dying except exactly when.
Literature got me into this mess and literature is going to have to get me out of it.
I came to New York and in only hours, New York did what it does to people: awakened the possibilities. Hope breaks out.
All that we don't know is astonishing. Even more astonishing is what passes for knowing.