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

I need noise and interruptions and irritation: irritation and discomfort are a great starter. The loneliness of doing it any other way would kill me.

For once a thing is known, it can never be unknown. It can only be forgotten.

Fiction is the great repository of the moral sense. The wicked get punished.

Accountability in friendship is the equivalent of love without strategy.

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

There are moments when you feel free, moments when you have energy, moments when you have hope, but you can't rely on any of these things to see you through. Circumstances do that.