“Life in the twentieth century is like a parachute jump: you have to get it right the first time.”

In Bali life is a rhythmic, patterned unreality of pleasant, significant movement, centered in one’s own body to which all emotions long ago withdrew.

The problem with America today is that too many people know too much about not enough.

The assumption that men and woman are essentially alike in all respects, or even in the most important ones, is a damaging one, as damaging as the assumption that they are different in ways in which they aren’t different, perhaps more so.

A small group of thoughtful people could change the world.

Of course we need children! Adults need children in their lives to listen to and care for, to keep their imagination fresh and their hearts young and to make the future a reality for which they are willing to work.

The people of one nation alone cannot save their own children; each holds the responsibility for the others’ children.

Motherhood is a biological fact, while fatherhood is a social invention.

Grandparents are given a second chance to enjoy parenthood with fewer of its tribulations and anxieties.

Parents feel like immigrants in the country of the young.

The time has come, I think, when we must recognize bisexuality as a normal form of human behavior.

The atmosphere is the key symbol of global interdependence.

Men have always been afraid that women could get along without them.

Home, I learned, can be anywhere you make it. Home is also the place to which you come back again and again.

Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else.

People are still encouraged to marry as if they could count on marriage being for life, and at the same time they are absorbing a knowledge of the great frequency of divorce.

An ideal culture is one that makes a place for every human gift.

Krzhizhanovsky wanted to perform imaginary experiments with the nature of time and space.

Far too many people place way too much importance on the sarcasm instead of the talking, in and of itself, as a precious shared experience between people.

Don’t consider sarcasm the ‘be-all’ and ‘end-all’ of verbal intercourse.

In response, Krzhizhanovsky’s prose has a recklessly unstable tone in which delighted examination of impossible worlds can slip into ferocious political sarcasm.

The most dangerous food is wedding cake.

Americans want to go to heaven without dying.

Thanks, for a country where nobody is allowed to mind his own business. Thanks, for a nation of finks.

Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.