All defectors have a complex relationship with truth.
The secret of happiness is to ignore your reflection in mirrors once you’re over forty.
The pollenless trees were genomed to repel bugs and birds; the stagnant air reeked of insecticide.
There ain't no journey what don't change you some.
All revolutions are, until they happen, then they are historical inevitabilities.
Why does any martyr cooperate with his judases? We see an end beyond the endgame.
I think all writers of my age who are brought up on films probably by the age of 16 have seen many more films than they have read classics of literature. We can't help but be influenced by film. Film...
Why’s it okay to draw spaceships if you’re seven, but not okay to draw diabolical mazes?
This isn’t lust. Lust wants, does the obvious, and pads back into the forest. Love is greedier. Love wants round-the-clock care; protection; rings, vows, joint accounts; scented candles on birthdays;...
The sun was deaf'nin' so high up, yay, it roared an' time streamed from it.
The lovelorn, the cry-for-helpers, all mawkish tragedians who give suicide a bad name are the idiots who rush it, like amateur conductors. .A true suicide is a paced, disciplined certainty. People pon...
Taro taught me that people respect spirit, but even cowards don't respect cowards.
So little is actually worthy of belief or disbelief. Better to strive to coexist than seek to disapprove . . .
She was widely read enough to appreciate my literary wit but not so widely read that she knew my sources. I like that in a woman.
Oh, once you’ve been initiated into the Elderly, the world doesn’t want you back. Veronica settled herself in a rattan chair and adjusted her hat just so. We—by whom I mean anyone over sixty—commit tw...
I envied my uncritical, unthinking sisters.
Das Fegen der Wandelgänge ist eine lästige Angelegenheit an diesem Nachmittag: Kaum sind die Blätter und Piniennadeln zusammengekehrt, bläst der Wind den Haufen davon. Wolken ziehen über dem Kahlen Gi...
Photos’re better than nothing, but things’re better than photos ’cause the things themselves were part of what was there.
Mother used to say escape is never further than the nearest book.
Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.