Eyes - the head's chief of police. They watch and make mental notes.

People's destinies are so different. Some people drag along, unnoticed and boring—they're all alike, and they're all unhappy. Then there are others, like for instance you—you're one in a million. You're happy—

I don't like being successful; the subjects which sit in my head are annoyed and jealous of what has already been written.

My holy of holies is the human body, health, intelligence, talent, inspiration, love, and absolute freedom--freedom from violence and falsehood, no matter how the last two manifest themselves.

Love is a scandal of the personal sort.

A good person will feel guilty even before a dog.

It's easier to write about Socrates than about a young woman or a cook.