When you put a man and a woman together, there are some things they simply have to do. They embrace, they warm each other. All the rest is dead and empty.

I think the family is the place where the most ridiculous and least respectable things in the world go on.

Justice! Custodian of the world! But since the world errs, justice must be custodian of the world's errors.

The spontaneity of slaps is sincerity, whereas the ceremonial of caresses is largely convention.

We play make believe, pretend to take ourselves and each other seriously--to love each other, hate each other--but then--it isn't true. It isn't true, we don't care at all!

Every tiny part of us cries out against the idea of dying, and hopes to live forever.

Nature is honest, we aren't; we embalm our dead.