Religion is the opium of the poor.

Write as well as you can and finish what you start.

All stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you. Especially do all stories of monogamy end in death, and your man who is monogamous while he often lives most happily, dies in the most lonely fashion.

The fact that I am interrupting serious work to answer these questions proves that I am so stupid that I should be penalized severely. I will be. Don't worry.

A wine shop was open and I went in for some coffee. It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses.

You know you’re writing well when you're throwing good stuff into the wastebasket.

Live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the Romance of the unusual.