Social sorrow loses half its pain.
Every heart is the other heart. Every soul is the other soul. Every face is the other face. The individual is the one illusion.
I believe that all my work explores the human desire or obsession for utopias, and the structure of all my works is the search for utopias lost and rediscovered.
If you understand hallucination and illusion, you don't blindly follow any leader. You must know if the person is sane or insane, over the abyss.
A lawyer I once knew told me of a strange case, a suffragette who had never married. After her death, he opened her trunk and discovered 50 wedding gowns.
If there is no certain reality, the idea of following a leader must be scrutinized.
Dreiser. . . I love. . . and almost wouldn't speak to anyone who ever attacked him.
My Papa's Waltz: The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt.
My roots are still in Britain, that's where I live, that's the place where I come from.
The body is like a car: the older you become the more care you have to take care of it - and you don't leave a Ferrari out in the sun.
When I was pregnant, everyone told me you're going to be one of those women with a little football in front. And then this. . . thing, this Scooby-Doo monster belly arrived. I gained 65 pounds. Every single part of my body was thicker - even my scalp! But that's the advantage of being young - it went right back.