How could anything non-controversial be of intellectual interest to grown-ups?

You can't belay a man who's falling in love.

My notion of a great novel is something like a five-hundred-page shaggy-dog story, with only the punch line omitted.

Walking takes longer... than any other known form of locomotion except crawling. Thus it stretches time and prolongs life. Life is already too short to waste on speed.

Ah yes, the head is full of books. The hard part is to force them down through the bloodstream and out through the fingers.

There comes a point, in literary objectivity, when the author's self- effacement is hard to distinguish from moral cowardice.

Home is where, when you have to go there, you probably shouldn't.