Writers speak stench.

To every instant there is a correspondence in something outside time. This world here and now cannot be followed by a Beyond, for the Beyond is eternal, hence it cannot be in temporal contact with this world here and now.

What do I have in common with Jews? I don't even have anything in common with myself.

We all have wings, but they have not been of any avail to us and if we could tear them off, we would do so.

The purpose of a story is to be an axe that breaks up the ice within us.

Books are a narcotic.

If you find someone who makes you smile, who checks up on you often to see if you're okay. Who watches out or you and wants the best for you. Who loves and respects you. Don't let them go. People like that are hard to find.