Alison Lurie

We can lie in the language of dress or try to tell the truth; but unless we are naked and bald, it is impossible to be silent.

There is a peculiar burning odor in the room, like explosives. the kitchen fills with smoke and the hot, sweet, ashy smell of scorched cookies. The war has begun.

As one went to Europe to see the living past, so one must visit Southern California to observe the future.

With a pencil and paper, I could revise the world.