Growing old is like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven't committed.

We took a bus to Victoria, then passed on foot into a vast, desolate region of stucco streets and squares upon which a doom seemed to have fallen. The gloom was cosmic.

There is a strong disposition in youth, from which some individuals never escape, to suppose that everyone else is having a more enjoyable time than we are ourselves;

Women may show some discrimination about whom they sleep with, but they'll marry anybody.

Growing old's like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven't committed.

I get a warm feeling among my books.