The combination of some data and an aching desire for an answer does not ensure that a reasonable answer can be extracted from a given body of data.
Most women are not as young as they are painted.
You cannot make a man by standing a sheep on its hind-legs. But by standing a flock of sheep in that position you can make a crowd of men.
In every human being one or the other of these two instincts is predominant: the active or positive instinct to offer hospitality, the negative or passive instinct to accept it. And either of these instincts is so significant of character that one might as well say that mankind is divisible into two great classes: hosts and guests.
When hospitality becomes an art it loses its very soul.
No fine work can be done without concentration and self-sacrifice and toil and doubt.
All fantasy should have a solid base in reality.
It's almost embarrassing how well-behaved I was, which is probably why I do things like spit water on myself onstage as an adult.
Art is the concrete representation of our most subtle feelings.
Bookish people drolly claim to be addicted. I think, in some cases, this is literally true. . . . I suppose this makes me a small-time pusher, holding a couple of capsules of a novel compound, looking for vulnerable readers for whom it might turn out to be habit-forming. There's enough of them. When I walk into a bookshop--one of the big ones, a vast dispensary stacked with complex uppers and downers--I can't help thinking, my God, what army of junkies is all this feeding?
Relying too much on proof distracts you from the real mission–which is emotional connection.