The body is the outermost layer of the mind.

The potatoes were starch grenades. The canned carrots were revolting because that is their nature.

Trees, their incremental gymnastics and noisy silence, are another wonder of Outside to me.

We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love.

I find a certain comfort,' confesses Marinus, 'in humanity's helplessness.

A weapon men use against women is the refusal to take them seriously.