We all come into this world with our little egos equipped with individual horns. If we don’t blow them, who will?

Mar 042013

It is a peculiar hell, this world in which everyone is always ready for his close-up.

Feb 192013

The polite conversationalist, when interrupted by a monologue, smiles, and waits his turn, before resuming his own.

Dec 262012

The more hands your opinions have passed through, the more likely you are to regard them as your own.

Oct 102012

Mute inglorious Miltons, flowers born to blush unseen and waste their sweetness on the desert air, are extinct, and I miss them.