Pity is exhaustible. What a terrible discovery!

Let this serve as an axiom to every lover: A woman who refuses lunch refuses everything.

Why do birds sing in the morning? It's the triumphant shout: 'We got through another night!'

I shall continue to explore-the astonishment of living.

The pleasure of one's effect on other people still exists in age - what's called making a hit. But the hit is much rarer and made of different stuff.

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.

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