Birth, and copulation, and death; that's all the facts when you come to brass tacks.

It has frequently been said that we never desire what we think absolutely inapprehensible: it is however true that some of our sharpest agonies are those in which the object of desire is regarded as both possible and imaginary.

An editor should tell the author his writing is better than it is. Not a lot better, a little better.

At the still point, there the dance is.

Distracted from distraction by distraction

It takes so many years to learn that one is dead.

Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.