I would like to be a figment of my own imagination, but belly and bowels will not permit.
Originality is in the eye of the beholder.
Originality finds the unexpected but inevitable next step.
Home again, I can groan, scratch, and talk to myself.
The grand style is available now only in old poems, museums, and parodies.
The noble style immobilizes its subjects.
Style disdains comfort and is always ready to sacrifice virtue.
If you have no power, talk about your influence. If you have power, talk about the constraints that hem you in.
The party out of office becomes the articulate one.
Everyone values the good nature of a man with a gun.
The more powerless people are, the longer they are kept waiting.
My strengths make me contemptuous. My weaknesses make me charitable.
Disappointment proves that expectations were mistaken.
We express disappointment in everything except ourselves.
I feel disappointed, but I don't remember just what I expected.
Progress may feel more like loss than gain.
My secrets are petty but humiliating.
In New York, pretending to be above the struggle means no seat on the bus and a table next to the kitchen.
New York is full of abandoned churches. A Godless city, but full of superstitions on every subject--art, money, sex, food, health.
When I go out, I hope to leave the worst of myself at home.
My self-absorption warms me; yours boils me.
Arrogance frowns; pride smiles.
Snarls and sobs show that a love affair is getting serious.
Matter-of-fact descriptions make the improbable seem real.
Ladies and gentlemen are supposed to be looked after by others, like children and pets.
