A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.

Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing else lived but himself.

If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers.

Can't say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.

Murphy's Law, that brash proletarian restatement of Godel's Theorem.

Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.

Like so many named places in California it was less an identifiable city than a grouping of concepts--census tracts, special purpose bond-issue districts, shopping nuclei, all overlaid with access roads to its own freeway.