How marvelous books are, crossing worlds and centuries, defeating ignorance and, finally, cruel time itself.

I liked the trichotomy, that's the only thing I ever liked.

What other culture could have produced someone like Hemmingway and not seen the joke?

Having no talent is no longer enough.

It is curious how often one prefers his enemies to his friends.

Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.

I don't deny or affirm anything. I'm not very personal.