It’s the great flaw of journalism. The more something happens, the less newsworthy it is.

But such was the way with people – they loved the things that made them miserable.

He’s looking for people he can be himself around. Aren’t we all?

When all you have is the memory of a thing, all you can think about is how the thing is gone.

She’d decided that about eighty percent of what you believe about yourself when you’re twenty turns out to be wrong. The problem is you don’t know what your small true part is until much later.

What a treacherous thing a body was, how it so blatantly acted out the mind’s secrets.

It was true. Heard it on Cronkite.

A dormitory was a hopeless idea. Whoever thought of encasing two hundred girls in a concrete box?

The things we love the most are the most disfiguring. Such is our greed for them.

Great ideas emerges from useless fragments of thoughts.

There would be more happily married couples in the world if people spent more time planning for a married life than for a wedding?

The Republican and Democratic parties both feed out of the same bag provided by the monied system, and where the list frequently differs the same interests are represented.

Talking to people is the most educational thing I know.

Every human act can be disguised with a coating of gilt.

You learn a lot about someone when you share a meal together.

I would write one true sentence, and then go on from there.

I think...she said finally, "that all of us have got our ghosts.

Passions, as fire and water, are good servants, but bad masters, and subminister to the best and worst purposes.