The death of something living is the price of our own survival, and we pay it again and again. We have no choice. It is the one solemn promise every life on earth is born and bound to keep.

Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run. The daily work - that goes on, it adds up.

Sadness is more or less like a head cold - with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

It's as if cats live in a seperate universe that takes up the same space as ours, but is full of facinating things like mice or sparrows or special TV programs that we can't see.

there are people who read my work and accuse me of being political! As far as I'm concerned that's like accusing a dog of having a bark!

I can think of no honorable answer. Why must some of us deliberate between brands of toothpaste, while others deliberate between damp dirt and bone dust to quiet the fire of an empty stomach lining? There is nothing about the United States I can really explain to this child of another world.

People read books to escape the uncertainties of life.