Sex just as a drive, as a hormonal drive, is not very interesting.

If we can be sufficient unto ourselves, we need fear no entangling webs.

That was probably the mistake of my generation, that we thought that having sex with anyone would be intimate and it wasn't.

Books go out into the world, travel mysteriously from hand to hand, and somehow find their way to the people who need them at the times when they need them ... Cosmic forces guide such passings-along.

I prefer to work in the morning. I get up now at five in the morning. In the morning is when I feel freshest.

It took me years to learn to sit at my desk for more than two minutes at a time, to put up with the solitude and the terror of failure, and the godawful silence and the white paper.

No one to blame! That was why most people led lives they hated, with people they hated. How wonderful to have someone to blame! How wonderful to live with one's nemesis! You may be miserable, but you feel forever in the right. You may be fragmented, but you feel absolved of all the blame for it. Take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.