Why is it, " he said, one time, at the subway entrance, "I feel I've known you so many years?""Because I like you, " she said, "and I don't want anything from you.

I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?

The zipper displaces the button and a man lacks just that much time to think while dressing at dawn, a philosophical hour, and thus a melancholy hour.

But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. It can't last.

Don't ask for guarantees. And don't look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore.

The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.

The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.

It doesn't matter what you do...so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

It didn't come from the Government down. There was no dictum, no declaration, no censorship, to start with, no! Technology, mass exploitation, and minority pressure carried the trick, thank God.

I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it’ll make sense.

Digression is the soul of wit. Take the philosophic asides away from Dante, Milton or Hamlet's father's ghost and what stays is dry bones.

Facts may be colored by the personalities of the people who present them.

Regardless of how you feel inside, always try to look like a winner. Even if you are behind, a sustained look of control and confidence can give you a mental edge that results in victory.

An event without a good presentation is like a pizza without cheese.

To reach your target quicker, don’t lose your time by looking back!

The evil that men do lives after them the good is oft interred with their bones.

Love is an action, never simply a feeling.

I was wandering around as usual, in my unpleasantly populated sub-conscious.

Don't coast through life without a passion.

Every tree and plant in the medouw seemed to be dancing, those with average eyes would see as fixed and still.

One of my grandsons used to insist, when he was only 3 or 4, that he had been born and had lived in India