A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep.

You can spend the entire second half of your life recovering from the mistakes of the first half.

"What do women want?" "They eat green salad and drink human blood."

The late philosopher Morris R. Cohen of CCNY was asked by a student in the metaphysics course, Professor Cohen, how do I know that I exist? The keen old prof replied, And who is asking?

Death is the dark backing a mirror needs if we are to see anything

At moments I dislike having a face, a nose, lips, because he has them.

Because I have become such a solitary, and not in the Aristotelian sense: not a beast, not a god. Rather, a loner troubled by longings, incapable of finding a suitable language and despairing at the impossibility of composing messages in a playable key--as if I no longer understood the codes used by the estimable people who wanted to hear from me and would have so much to reply if only the impediments were taken away.