Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it's the answer to everything. ... It's the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it's a cactus.

Isn't the fear of pain next brother to pain itself?

Pity is exhaustible. What a terrible discovery!

One can lie, but truth is more interesting.

The theatre is a gross art, built in sweeps and over-emphasis. Compromise is its second name.

An only child is never twelve.

if death becomes cheap it is the watcher, not the dying, who is poisoned.