What is interesting about self-analysis is that it leads nowhere - it is an art form in itself.

Writing novels preserves you in a state of innocence - a lot passes you by - simply because your attention is otherwise diverted.

The lessons taught in great books are misleading. The commerce in life is rarely so simple and never so just.

And without understanding, could each properly love the other?

What is interesting about self-analysis is that it leads nowhere - it is an art form in itself.

Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists.

The evening passes somehow; I watch television with Nancy, or I write. It is difficult, not having a family, and it is difficult to explain. I always go to bed early. And I am always ready for Monday morning, that time that other people dread.