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...The question is, why do you think you can't be a writer?

Every great work of art, I would declare pompously, is a celebration, an act of insubordination against the betrayals, horrors and infidelities of life.

Life ... is only heavy and none else; there is only the one trip, all heavy. Heavy that leads to the grave. For everyone and everything.

Traditional Botswana men like ladies who are more traditionally shaped. You and I, Mma. We remind men of how things used to be in Botswana before these modern-shaped ladies started to get men all...

I came from a broken home, so my mom was a major influence in my life.

None of us got to where we are alone. Whether the assistance we received was obvious or subtle, acknowledging someone's help is a big part of understanding the importance of saying thank you.

When you look in the mirror, do you look at yourself or for yourself?

So, on the whole, I'd have to say that no, people don't change, but they CAN learn to behave differently. I want to believe otherwise. If you have an argument that says I'm wrong, I'd be glad to hear...

It is not all books that are as dull as their readers. There are probably words addressed to our condition exactly, which, if we could really hear and understand, would be more salutary than the...

Gilles made up his mind, and snapped, 'D'you write Latin?'Sometimes Jerott forgot that the blazon of chivalry, with all the status it once had carried, was no longer his. In any case, he had an...

Sure the priests ran the country back then and they hated women. Oh my God, they hated women and anything that had to do with women and anything to do with women's bodies or ideas or desires, and any...

ALTHOUGH THE WATTS RIOT of 1965 was an extreme response, it appears in retrospect as an ominous omen of the future. One domestic crisis after another in the next few years, including even bloodier...

I mean Zeke McDonald and Kenny Patel, the left and right butt cheeks of Cathedral School of the Arts.

... Place the boldest color where I want people to look.

Happy Thanksgiving, he says, handing me my ticket. Let's see some dead people.

Meretricious. Showily attractive but cheap or insincere.

From then on the sisters were unstoppable, the go-to team for celebrities in mid-flameout. When Cherry Pye's high-paid publicist jumped ship--after accompanying her to an NPR interview in which she...

I'll watch with you.

In the notebooks of secular music that penetrated the monastery, the word “amour” {love} was everywhere replaced by the words: “tambour” {drum} or “pandour” {Hungarian soldier}. This gave...

He has ears, and I will not hear.

He doesn't blame people for many sins, but he does hate uncoordination, the root of all evil, as he feels it, for without coordination there can be no order, no connecting.

Love it is that drives and sustains us!' I translate: we don't know what drives and sustains us, only that we are most miserably driven and, imperfectly, sustained. Love is how we call our ignorance...

In fact, it's the very impersonality of impersonal knowledge that renders such knowledge the most ethically potent of all.

For me, Savannah's resistance to change was its saving grace. The city looked inward, sealed off from the noises and distractions of the world at large. It grew inward, too, and in such a way that its...

time, in my experience, has been as variable and inconstant as Bombay's electric power supply. Just telephone the speaking clock if you don't believe me – tied to electricity, it's usually a few...

I hate games I can't win.

Show me the man who isn't interested in discussing himself.

Dogs are great. Bad dogs, if you can really call them that, are perhaps the greatest of them all.

After he graduated from college, he went to Paris and became an Existentialist. He had a photograph taken of Existentialism and himself sitting at a sidewalk cafe. Pard was wearing a beard and he...

Somebody should have taken him to a stationary store and pointed out the difference between an envelope and a whore.

We were all afraid. We all had our miseries. But to despair was to wish back for something already lost. Or to prolong what was already unbearable.

What is the worst: that I am poor or that I am American?

All night sheetlightning quaked sourceless to the west beyond the midnight thunderheads, making a bluish day of the distant desert, the mountains on the sudden skyline stark and black and livid like a...