I have a dreadful fear that the more you try to prevent revealing the self the more you do.

He felt changed, but there was no one to tell.

One of the reasons I've gotten so attached to talking to scientists is that... they know there is a reality.

I think the virtue I prize above all others is curiosity.

I cannot bear not to know the end of a tale. I will read the most trivial things – once commenced – only out of a feverish greed to be able to swallow the ending – sweet or sour – and to be done with what I need never have embarked on. Are you in my case? Or are you a more discriminating reader? Do you lay aside the unprofitable?

Don't you find it rather heavy, to have everything really in front of you – all the people who are going to matter, whom you haven't met yet, all the choices you are going to have to make, everything you might achieve, and all the possible failures – unreal now? The future flaps round my head like a cloud of midges.

Good writing is always new.