At night we are all strangers, even to ourselves.

If your ceiling should fall down, then you have lost a room, but gained a courtyard. Think of it that way.

There was a distinction between lying and telling half-truths, but it was a very narrow one.

The point about love, the essential point, was that we loved what we loved. We did not choose. We just loved.

But you cannot expect every writer to dwell on human suffering. I think my books do deal with grave issues. People who say they are too positive probably havent read them.

I am capable of being idle.

It is not enough just to identify a problem; there are plenty of people who were very skilled at pointing out what was wrong with the world, but they were not always so adept at working out how these things could be righted.