War tears, rends. War rips open, eviscerates. War scorches. War dismembers. War ruins.

The love of the famous, like all strong passions, is quite abstract. Its intensity can be measured mathematically, and it is independent of persons.

One cannot use the life to interpret the work. But One can use the work to interpret the life.

The likelihood that your acts of resistance cannot stop the injustice does not exempt you from acting in what you sincerely and reflectively hold to be the best interests of your community.

We live in a world of copies and we're fascinated when we encounter the originals (in a museum, for instance).

If I thought that what I'm doing when I write is expressing myself, I'd junk the typewriter. Writing is a much more complicated activity that that.

My skull is crammed with quotations.