Death is only a small interruption.

A man of such obvious and exemplary charm must be a liar.

Great writers are the saints for the godless.

In real life, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game.

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.

It will be a pity if women in the more conventional mould are to be phased out, for there will never be anyone to go home to.

Life... is not simply a series of exciting new ventures. The future is not always a whole new ball game. There tends to be unfinished business. One trails all sorts of things around with one, things that simply won't be got rid of.