More books have resulted from somebody's need to write than from anybody's need to read.

All I ask of Life is a constant and exaggerated sense of my own importance.

If I can survive death, I can probably survive anything.

Women can do anything men can do, but often have more sense than even to be interested.

Where would I be without my sense of direction.

Life may have no meaning. Or even worse, it may have a meaning of which I disapprove.

Every time I do it at least proves I can still do it.