People invariably chose inimitable people to imitate.

The idea that to make a man work you've got to hold gold in front of his eyes is a growth, not an axiom. We've done that for so long that we've forgotten there's any other way.

he used to think that he wanted to be good, he wanted to be kind, he wanted to be brave and wise, but it was all pretty difficult. He wanted to be loved, too, if he could fit it in.

There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.

Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.

Your life on earth will be, as always, the interval between two significant glances in a mundane mirror.

I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.