There are more dead people than living. And their numbers are increasing. The living are getting rarer.

It's when I am fully conscious that I ask questions.

That's how we stay young these days: murder and suicide.

People who don't read are brutes. It is better to write than to make war, isn't it?

Why was I born, if it wasn't forever?

I have always considered imaginative truth to be more profound, more loaded with significance, than every day reality... Everything we dream about, and by that I mean everything we desire, is true (the myth of Icarus came before aviation, and if Ader or Bleriot started flying it is because all men have dreamed of flight). There is nothing truer than myth... Reality does not have to be: it is simply what is.

I still forget, sometimes, that I am no longer 12 years old.