Rome Was A Poem Pressed Into Service

A Book Is Meant Not Only To Be Read, But To Haunt You, To Importune You Like A Lover Or A Parent, To Be In Your Teeth Like A Piece Of Gristle.

Two People Making Love, She Once Said, Are Like One Drowned Person Resuscitating The Other.

To Be Misunderstood Can Be The Writer's Punishment For Having Disturbed The Reader's Peace. The Greater The Disturbance, The Greater The Possibility Of Misunderstanding.

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.

When Friends Stop Being Frank And Useful To Each Other, The Whole World Loses Some Of Its Radiance.