I'll tell you this, lad: A tattoo says more of a fellow looking at it than it can do of the man who's got it on his back.

People went through life like well handled jugs, collecting chips and scrapes and stains from wear and tear, from holding and pouring life.

You’ve been wondering lately when the moment is that somebody is truly lost to you.

Those partial to drink were hiding faults and dishonesty. They were sloppy souls, even the ones with pleasant manners and fine noses.

Of all the conditions we experience, solitude is perhaps the most misunderstood.

I don't like novels that tie everything up in a plot-y way. I always think that's not really true of life, particularly of people in power.

The man had added to his body in a way that was brave and timeless and beyond adornment.

You didn’t understand what he was saying, until he kissed you. It was a kiss of such complicity, of such uncomplicated sympathy, that you felt for the first time not alone in your suffering.

All innocent mechanisms are muddied up with experience. Children become less and less translucent. Layers of guile and suspicion grow. It's the law of paternal disenchantments.

This is your first and final chance, your one and only biography.

A month in and it seemed to CY that he was an explorer summiting the foothill of an a bizarre and primitive island.

Twilight ...Say, who you are !!The dusk before the nightOr the dawn before the light(Page 73)

The biggest mistakes, early on, involved foreign policy and involved the strategy for health care.

Let's put it this way - I photograph what interests me all the time. I live with the pictures to see what that thing looks like photographed. I'm saying the same thing; I'm not changing it.

I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin.

I think the prom is very serious also. It's an American ritual, it's a rite of passage, and it's very much a part of this country.

Democratic societies are unfit for the publication of such thunderous revelations as I am in the habit of making.

Our human nature likes more to destroy than to build, more to cry than to smile, and more to correct the world than to love and embrace the world.

The boy in the pearl gray suit could have been Jane's twin. His hair was darker, and his lips were not as full, but he was just as lovely.

I've never launched any initiative or campaign that people thought was a slam dunk.

The chrysanthemums' astringent fragrance comes Each year to disguise the clanking mechanism Of machine within machine within machine.