A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.

Girls that aren't cut out for business careers usually wind up married to some nice man.

It is, perhaps more than anything else, the arrest of time which has taken place in a completed work of art that gives certain plays their feeling of depth and significance.

Only some radical change can divert the downward course of my spirit, some startling new place or people to arrest the drift, the drag.

Once you fully apprehend the vacuity of a life without struggle, you are equipped with the basic means of salvation.

Don't you just love these long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn't just an hour — but a little bit of eternity dropped in your hands — and who knows what to do with it?

When things don’t change, their sameness becomes an accretion. That is why all society puts on flesh. Succumbs to the cubicles and begins to fill them.