A good book is never exhausted. It goes on whispering to you from the wall.
The tension between "yes" and "no," between "I can" and "I cannot," makes us feel that, in so many instances, human life is an interminable debate with one's self.
There was a time when we expected nothing of our children but obedience, as opposed to the present, when we expect everything of them but obedience.
We are all tourists in history, and irony is what we win in wars.
The first divorce in the world may have been a tragedy, but the hundred-millionth is not necessarily one.
Such a fatigue of adjectives, a drone of alliterations, a huffing of hyphenated words hurdling the meter like tired horses. Such a faded upholstery of tears, stars, bells, bones, flood and blooda thud of consonants in tongue, night, dark, dust, seed, wound and wind.