pity is an agreeable sentiment, uplifting like military music.

I've often found myself preferring second-rate people to supposedly superior people, simply and solely because of their uncontrollable tendency to bang themselves against the sides of life's vast lampshade like fireflies or moths.

Love lasts about seven years. That's how long it takes for the cells of the body to totally replace themselves.

For me writing is a question of finding a certain rhythm. I compare it to the rhythms of jazz.

The one thing I regret is that I will never have time to read all the books I want to read.

In love, as in finance, only the rich can get credit.

The happiness of others is never bearable for very long.