Dying - you can't do that to a cat.

Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune's darlings.

They say the first love's most important. That's very romantic, but not my experience.

No one in my family has ever died of love. What happened, happened, but nothing myth-inspiring.

Today when two people decide upon a thoughtless and precipitate abbreviation of the physical space between them, they think, at least at that moment, that they're mutually attracted and drawn together by an overwhelming force.

Existentialists are monumentally and monotonously serious; they don't like to joke.

I have sympathy for young people, for their growing pains, but I balk when these growing pains are pushed into the foreground, when you make these young people the only vehicles of lifes wisdom.