And there above all of these shops hung a blood soaked sign: a red hand, the hand of a child that was neither male nor female and yet roused feelings of the most dejected and criminal love

Harton thought that if one squeezed humanity through a wine press, its essence would flow out as drops of policemen.

Close cycles. Not because of pride or arrogance, but because that no longer fits your life

Last time I saw her, she was peeking out from one of the bookcases next to the fireplace. She's the first cat I've ever seen trying to pretend she's a condensed version of War and Peace.

Think for now.... when you reach where you wanted, think there and there and finally you will be there where you wanted.

She was about to be married, and was frightened to death. And no-one would love her, ever again.

Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.

Teamwork is better than isolation, especially for a columnist.

We're creating an ownership society in this country, where more Americans than ever will be able to open up their door where they live and say, welcome to my house, welcome to my piece of property.

While strength and years permit, endure labor; soon bent old age will come with silent foot. [Lat., Dum vires annique sinunt, tolerate labores. Jam veniet tacito curva senecta pede.]

I was a little worried that the familiarity would be a little weird, but I think for me everything is musical in my life. For me, timing is a rhythm.

I'm free of all prejudices. I hate everyone equally.