“How do you like what you have. This is a question that anybody can ask anybody. Ask it.”

Writer or painter god-parents are notoriously unreliable. That is, there is certain before long to be a cooling of friendship.

A diary means yes indeed.

I like the feeling of words doing as they want to do and as they have to do.

It is better to lose and win, than win and be defeated.

What is the answer? In that case, what is the question?

Considering how dangerous everything is, nothing is really very frightening.

French people do like good fighting, they like it better than anything.

When they are alone they want to be with others, and when they are with others they want to be alone. After all, human beings are like that.

Why should a sequence of words be anything but a pleasure?

How likely are definitions to be pleasurable.

As there was never any question there was never any answer.

America is my country and Paris is my hometown.

Suppose no one asked a question. What would the answer be?

Honesty is a selfish virtue. Yes I am honest enough.

Nobody knows what I am trying to do but I do and I know when I succeed.

Love: the skillful audacity required to share an inner life.

Women prefer emotions to reasoning.

I like bawdy humor. I love bawdy humor, but not dirty humor.

I love women. I actually prefer girls, as a parent, because they disappoint at a different age. They go through that, “Dad’s an idiot,” which lasted a little longer than I’d like.

Some people just prefer to have their hearts broken.

I prefer to fight a bigger guy. I don’t like fighting smaller guys; they give me problems with their agility.

I often prefer the shapes within the raw materials to ‘do their thing’, as this makes it movre interesting for me.

To allow God to be God we must follow Him for who He is and what He intends, and not for what we want and what we prefer.

Unless I understand the Cross, I cannot understand why my commitment to what is right must be precedence over what I prefer.