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

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

Perfectionism is the enemy of creation, as extreme self-solicitude is the enemy of well-being.

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…