You can only give things up once they start to let you down.

The first book I fell in love with was 'Little Toot,' the story of an adorable tugboat operating out of New York Harbor.

I'm really not responsible for what mental operation people have when they're reading my books other than the ones which are created by literary effects.

People never remeber happiness with the care that they lavish on preserving every detail of their suffering.

Everything was usual. That was depression: being stuck, clinging to an out-of-date version of oneself.

You can only give things up once they start to let you down.

It seems people spend the majority of their lives believing they're dying, with the only consolation being that at one point they get to be right.