Oh, I’m Not A Berkeleian.

Hate Is A Lack Of Imagination.

I Want Men To Admire Me, But That's A Trick You Learn At School--a Movement Of The Eyes, A Tone Of Voice, A Touch Of The Hand On The Shoulder Or The Head. If They Think You Admire Them, They Will Admire You Because Of Your Good Taste, And When They Admire You, You Have An Illusion For A Moment That There's Something To Admire.

It Is The Storytellers Task To Elicit Sympathy And A Measure Of Understanding For Those Who Lie Outside The Boundaries Of State Approval.

Pain Is Easy To Write. In Pain We're All Happily Individual. But What Can One Write About Happiness?

I Wish Sometimes You Had A Few Bad Motives, You Might Understand A Little More About Human Beings.