Solitude Is Un-american.

Unhappiness Is Our Element. We Come To Believe We Can't Function Without It.

Certain Very Old People Reach An Age Where Every Funeral Becomes Some Sort Of Insane Confirmation Of Strength, Rather Than Of Vulnerability, As It Is When We Are In Our Thirties Or Forties And Our Friends Die.

Young People Never Believe In The Possibility Of Their Own Deaths. That's One Reason Old Men Can Send Them To War.

Art Keeps One Young, I Think, Because It Keeps One Perpetually A Beginner, Perpetually A Child.

They Keep Saying The Right Person Will Come Along. I Think Mine Got Hit By A Truck.