The very impulse to write springs from an inner chaos crying for order - for meaning.

Memory inevitably romanticizes, pressing reality to recede like pain.

You specialize in something until one day it is specializing in you.

Charley: He won't starve. None a them starve. Forget about him. Willy: Then what have I got to remember?

Down deep in His heart God is a comedian who loves to make us laugh.

I believe in work. If somebody doesn't create something, however small it may be, he gets sick. An awful lot of people feel that they're treading water -- that if they vanished in smoke, it wouldn't mean anything at all in this world. And that's a despairing and destructive feeling. It'll kill you.

The need of man to wholly realize himself is the only fixed star.