Dead women tell no tales. Sad men write them down.

But we can also ask for something we are much more likely to get, and that is to find a person or two, somewhere in our travels, who will tell us that we are noble enough, whether it is true or not. We can ask for someone who will say, “You are noble enough,” and remind us of our good qualities when we have forgotten them, or cast them into doubt.

There are two types of panicking: standing still and not saying a word, and leaping all over the place babbling anything that comes into your head.

I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept, probably because I have been reading almost the entire time.

I've never had a musical career. So I think it's been unaffected. I play the accordion. In terms of thinking of it as a musical career, I think it's sort of like calling yourself an astronaut because you have a shiny suit.

Even though there are no ways of knowing for sure, there are ways of knowing for pretty sure.

Dumping you times infinity. Still not enough.