I write fast, because I have not the brains to write slow.

I'm a bit like a sponge. When I'm not writing I absorb life like water. When I write I squeeze the sponge a little - and out comes, not water but ink.

One of them, for example, which will probably haunt me more than any other is the problem of communication.

I am at home everywhere, and nowhere. I am never a stranger and I never quite belong.

I adore life but I dont fear death. I just prefer to die as late as possible.

The fact that we are I don't know how many millions of people, yet communication, complete communication, is completely impossible between two of those people, is to me one of the biggest tragic themes in the world

If each one of us could make just one other happy, the whole world would know happiness.