He had a sadness in his eyes that Carrie recognised as regret.

She had assumed they would see each other every day but she hadn’t really thought about the implications of having an affair with a married man. It wasn’t going to be a normal relationship.

Memory is all I have now

...as I was sifting through a heap of old and new "identity cards, " I noticed that something was missing: my identity.

People's musical tastes are fickle, and music can be a fashion.

POLICE, n. An armed force for protection and participation.

I've been touted for my guacamole. I'll stand by my method. People have asked me to come to their home and prepare it. Restaurants have asked me about it.

Men know they are sexual exiles. They wander the earth seeking satisfaction, craving and despising, never content. There is nothing in that anguished motion for women to envy.

I was rather a fat little boy.

I probably should work harder on relationships, but I don't, and there's not the same kind of imperative as when you have all the right equipment to make a human being together.

Everybody has his own great ideas about what my art should be. But I can do whatever I like and there aren't many constraints to the way I work, whether I'm using a brush with ink or paint.

Happiness," said he, "must be something solid and permanent, without fear and without uncertainty.