I don't understand what modern clothes are about at all.
Etiquette is the grease that makes it possible for all of us to rub together without unnecessary overheating.
Is fuel efficiency really what we need most desperately? I say that what we really need is a car that can be shot when it breaks down.
It was dramatic to watch my grandmother decapitate a turkey with an ax the day before Thanksgiving. Nowadays the expense of hiring grandmothers for the ax work would probably qualify all turkeys so honored with gourmet status.
People seem to enjoy things more when they know a lot of other people have been left out of the pleasure.
When it comes to cars, only two varieties of people are possible - cowards and fools.
What the New Yorker calls home would seem like a couple of closets to most Americans, yet he manages not only to live there but also to grow trees and cockroaches right on the premises.
And if it happened to be a Christmas-night when the great bell seemed to rattle in its throat as it called the faithful to the midnight mass, there was such an indescribable air of life spread over the sombre facade that the great door-way looked as if it were swallowing the entire crowd, and the rose-window staring at them.
I don't categorize myself. I don't think I'm perceived as a female act by my audience. My fans include just as many men as women.
For the high achievers, studying gave them the pleasing, absorbing challenge of flow 40 percent of the hours they spent at it. But for low achievers, studying produced flow only 16 percent of the time; more often that not, it yielded anxiety, with the demands outreaching their abilities. . . The low achievers found pleasure and flow in socializing, not in studying.
. . . all of my life I've made things that are like fragmented mirrors of what I perceive to be the world. As far as I'm concerned the fact that in 1990 the human body is still a taboo subject is unbelievably ridiculous. What exactly is frightening about the human body?