People tend to think that life really does progress for everyone eventually, that people progress, but actually only some people progress. The rest of the people don't.

Men make war to get attention. All killing is an expression of self-hate.

She thought of how precious it was to be able to know another person over many years. There was incomparable richness in it.

I've found, in my own writing, that a little hatred, keenly directed, is a useful thing.

The more I wonder, the more I love.

Books became my world because the world I was in was very hard.

I can imagine in years to come that my papers and memorabilia, my journals and letters, will find themselves always in the company of people who care about many of the things I do.