The so-called literature of escape, with its growing popularity, is in part a revolt against the tyranny of clocks.

It is not labor that kills, but the small attritions of daily routine that wear us down.

A month of days, a year of months, 20 years of months in the treadmill, is the life that slays everything worthy of the name of life.

It's decidedly bizzare, when the Worst Thing hppens and you find yourself still conscious, still breathing.

If patterns exist in our seemingly patternless lives — and they do — then the law of harmony insists that the most harmonious of all patterns, circles within circles, will most often assert itself.

That woman must have been a husky in a previous life.

I hate that word. Straight. At the very least, those of us who are nonstraight should get called curvy. Or scenic. Actually, I like that: 'Do you think she's straight?' 'Oh no. She's scenic

No object is mysterious. The mystery is your eye.

I don't think a lot of people are able to relate to genuine patriotism, a genuinely good feeling about our country and its meaning to the rest of the world.

The AEC had at its command an army of highly skilled scientists.

Reconciliation always brings a springtime to the soul.

Everything you need to know about life is in one breath.

The quantity of civilization is measured by the quality of imagination.