I was born a writer. When that happens, you have no choice in the matter.

I’m not sentimental about anything. Life flows by, and you flow with it or you don’t. Move on and move out.

I suspect that our own faith in psychiatry will seem as touchingly quaint to the future as our grandparents' belief in phrenology seems now to us.

No reform ever came from the bottom, and it was always people who understood how the ruling class worked who turned out to be the reformers.

One is sorry one could not have taken both branches of the road. But we were not allotted multiple selves.

Then die. We must all do that. But die, as they say, game.

I’m exactly as I appear. There is no warm, lovable person inside. Beneath my cold exterior, once you break the ice, you find cold water.