We are continuously challenged to discover new works of culture—and, in the process, we don’t allow any one of them to assume a weight in our minds.

So many complaints boil down to the belly ache of the fragile, mortal, ignored ego in a vast and indifferent universe.

The finest proof of our loyalty toward one another was our monstrous disloyalties towards everyone else.

People who go on to be writers are those who can forgive themselves the horror of the first draft.

Every time we feel satisfied with what we have, we can be counted as rich, however little we may actually possess.

The fear of saying something stupid (which stupid people never have) has censored far more good ideas than bad ones.

The difference between hope and despair is a different way of telling stories from the same facts.