Throw off your grief, ' doubters imply, 'and we can all go back to pretending death doesn't exist, or at least is comfortably far away.

There is a grotesquerie to grief as well. You lose the sense of your existence being rational, or justifiable. You feel absurd.

The final tormenting, unanswerable question: what is 'success' in mourning?

Opera cuts to the chase—as death does. An art which seeks, more obviously than any other form, to break your heart.

Don't judge without having heard both sides. Even persons who think themselves virtuous very easily forget this elementary rule of prudence.

It would now be technically possible to unify the world, abolish war and poverty altogether, if men desired their own happiness more than the misery of their enemies.

Washington newspaper men know everything.

I was anorexic in the 60s and 70s, although it wasn't called anorexia then. I thought people would be nicer to me if I looked very small and delicate, so food wasn't high on my agenda. But it is now.

I bought my son a bat for Christmas. On New Year's it flew away.

I put all my genius into my life; I put only my talent into my works.

The media is telling you who Donald Trump is and what he's saying and what he's doing, courtesy of anonymous leaks.

I have a tendency when I feel myself getting stuck, my impulse is to go to my cupboard and find chips to eat.

If a man's public record be a clear one, if he has kept his pledges before the world, I do not inquire what his private life may have been.

Remembering is the most overrated thing. Forgetting is far superior.