I have changed my definition of tragedy. I now think tragedy is not foul deeds done to a person (usually noble in some manner) but rather that tragedy is irresolvable conflict.

A life of reaction is a life of slavery, intellectually and spiritually. One must fight for a life of action, not reaction.

I believe that we often disguise pain through ritual and it may be the only solace we have.

Aunt Mimi possessed a horror of silence, which she battled with endless chat. The Typhoid Mary of the Telephone started her calls at 6:30 each morning.

Money and writing appear to be mutually exclusive.

One thing Mom taught me, "You're going to be dead a long time, so do it now!"

I think of birth as the search for a larger apartment.