Pity is exhaustible. What a terrible discovery!

I shall continue to explore-the astonishment of living.

Marriage. The beginning and the end are wonderful. But the middle part is hell.

Dead news like dead love has no phoenix in its ashes.

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

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.

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.