Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went.

Men emerge pale from the little printing plant at four sharp, ghosts for an instant, blinking, until the outdoor light overcomes the look of constant indoor li…

Natural beauty is essentially temporary and sad; hence the impression of obscene mockery which artificial flowers give us

Life is like an overlong drama through which we sit being nagged by the vague memories of having read the reviews.