The more I like a book, the more reluctant I am to turn the page. Lovers, even book lovers, tend to cling. No one-night stands or "reads" for them.

The tension between 'yes' and no', between 'I can' and 'I cannot,' makes us feel that, in so many instances, human life is an interminable debate with one's self.

Paranoids are the only ones who notice things anymore.

I feel about lending a book the way most fathers feel about their daughters living with a man out of wedlock.

We are all tourists in history, and irony is what we win in wars.

For years they have been using the role of 'sex object' as a cover while they spied out the land.

Either a writer doesn't want to talk about his work, or he talks about it more than you want.