I never meet anyone nowadays who admits to having had a happy childhood. Everyone appears to think happiness betokens a lack of sensitivity.

We can love an honest rogue, but what is more offensive than a false saint?

In my time and neighborhood (and in my soul) there was only one standard by which a woman measured success: did some man want her?

In their sympathies, children feel nearer animals than adults. They frolic with animals, caress them, share with them feelings neither has words for. Have they…

As I've gone through life, I've found that your chances for happiness are increased if you wind up doing something that is a reflection of what you loved most …

I sometimes wondered what the use of any of the arts was. The best thing I could come up with was what I call the canary in the coal mine theory of the arts. T…

I have experienced as violence the emergence of the culture of compulsory industrialised joy, which is the companion of consumerism.