Most marriages recognize this paradox: Passion destroys passion; we want what puts an end to wanting what we want.

You despise the real bourgeois classes for all their snobbishness and their snobbish voices and ways. You do, don't you? Yet all you put in their place is a horrid little refusal to have nasty thoughts or do nasty things or be nasty in any way. Do you know that every great thing in the story of art and every beautiful thing in life is actually what you call nasty or has been caused by feelings that you would call nasty? By passion, by love, by hatred, by truth. Do you know that?

The paradox of war is that it has always been both glorious and terrible. What we had with air power in the first Gulf War and in Kosovo was the glory without seeing the horror. What we have now with the insurgency is the horror without the glory.

Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...

I don't think the English like me. I sold a colossal best seller in America, and they never really forgave me.

Death is not in the nature of things; it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.