I was trying to unravel the complicated trigonometry of the radical thought that silence could make up the greatest lie ever told.
The cat is the only animal without visible means of support who still manages to find a living in the city.
As an inspiration to the author, I do not think the cat can be over-estimated. He suggests so much grace, power, beauty, motion, mysticism. I do not wonder that many writers love cats; I am only surprised that all do not.
There are. . . two kinds of people in this world, those who long to be understood and those who long to be misunderstood. It is the irony of life that neither is gratified.
The cat, it is well to remember, remains the friend of man because it pleases him to do so and not because he must.
The lack of imagination or invention most people display in naming pussies is almost beyond credence.
One meets the cat in nearly all forms of art. . . curiously enough she is not a conspicuous figure in Roman or Greek art.
I always thought communism was crap, really.
Now most people do not want an ordinary life in which they do a job well, earn the respect of their collaborators and competitors, bring up a family and have friends. That's not enough any more, and I think that is absolutely tragic - and I'm not exaggerating - that people feel like a decent, ordinary, fun life is no longer enough.
It's clear Israel has suspended the peace process, despite the so-called moderation of the Arab world, because it has no interest in peace.
My entire theology can be condensed into four words, 'JESUS DIED FOR ME'.