It is a good deal easier for most people to state an abstract idea than to describe and thus re-create some object they actually see.

I never understand how writers can succumb to vanity - what you work the hardest on is usually the worst.

I preach there are all kinds of truth, your truth and somebody else's. But behind all of them there is only one truth and that is that there's no truth.

It is better to be young in your failures than old in your successes.

He loved her because it was his nature to do so, but there were times when he could not endure her love for him. There were times when it became nothing but pure idiot mystery.

Does one's integrity ever lie in what he is not able to do? I think that usually it does, for free will does not mean one will, but many wills conflicting in one man. Freedom cannot be conceived simply. It is a mystery and one which a novel, even a comic novel, can only be asked to deepen.

She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity.