Facts are the images of history, just as images are the facts of fiction.

A writer of books has to admit that film is the enemy, and that in my case I have been sleeping with the enemy.

Most people are quiet in the world, and live in it tentatively, as if it were not their own.

Whenever citizens are seen routinely as enemies of their own government, writers are rountinely seen to be the most dangerous enemies.

And so do people pass out of one's life and all you can remember of them is their humanity, a poor fitful thing of no dominion, like your own.

I thought I would lose, so I didn't prepare a speech.

Time seems to me a drift, a shifting of sand. And my mind is shifting with it. I am wearing away.