Spring me from this role I play of the smothered son in the Jewish joke! Because it's beginning to pall a little at thirty-three!
People were standing up everywhere shouting, This is me! This is me! Every time you looked at them they stood up and told you who they were, and the truth of it was that they had no more idea who or w...
No matter how much you know, no matter how much you think, no matter how much you plot and you connive and you plan, you're not superior to sex. It's a very risky game. A man wouldn't have two-thirds...
It's best to give while your hand is still warm.
If you're from New Jersey, Nathan had said, and you write thirty books, and you win the Nobel Prize, and you live to be white-haired and ninety-five, it's highly unlikely but not impossible that after...
How easy life is when it's easy, and how hard when it's hard.
He'd tell us that in a democracy, keeping abreast of current events was a citizen's most important duty and that you could never start too early to be informed about the news of the day.
But it is INTERESTING trying to get a handle on one's own subjectivity--something to think about, to play around with, and what's more fun than that?
All this, this luck – what did it mean? Coming so suddenly, and on such a scale, it was as baffling as a misfortune.
I finally went back to my seat in the second row and sat there doing what I've done throughout my professional life: I tried to think, first, how to make credible a somewhat extreme, if not outright r...
Every man's endeavor was imbued with responsibility
В пълното си право съм да се социализирам както и колкото намеря за добре.
You put too much stock in human intelligence, it doesn't annihilate human nature.
Writting turns you into somebody who's always wrong. The illusion that you may get ir right someday is the perversity that draws you on. What else could? As pathological phenomena go, it doesn't compl...
Worship me, she says, worship the mistery of the bleeding goddess, and you do it. You stop at nothing. You lick it. You consume it. You digest it. She penetrates you.What next, David? A glass of her u...
My God, he thought, the man I once was!The life that surrounded me! The force that was mine! No otherness to be felt anywhere! Once upon a time I was a full human being.
Life is just a short period of time in which you are alive.
Is that what eternity is for, to muck over a lifetime's minutiae? Who could have imagined that one would have forever to remember each moment of life down to its tiniest component?
I did not want to voice a word that would lift the cover and reveal that hideous emotion I always felt for her, the underside of love.
He was struck by how lives diverge and by how powerless each of us is up against the force of circumstance. And where does God figure in this?