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.

As for death, one gets used to it, even if it is only other people is death you get used to.

One never knows when one is old for certain.

I don't like people," said Velvet. "... I only like horses.

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

After forty years of marriage we still stood with broken swords in our hands.

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart.