We invent most of what we purport to find in art, which we call great when our stories about it please us sufficiently.
There is in America an unbridgeable psychological divide, made manifest every April 15th, between those who receive checks from the government and those who write them.
Somehow, in democracies, a great many policies get implemented that almost no one will admit to being in favor of.
Lies are products, and supply must be commensurate with demand.
If it weren’t for politics, I would have to refuse more invitations.
Writing and computer programming are usually done worse when they are done for money.
The check is sometimes in the mail, but no one has ever been just curious.
I am working toward a world in which someday someone will be so wrong, so often, that he will just stop talking.
The past also judges us, less indulgently than the future will.
Today it is especially important to condescend to both sexes equally.