The facts and techniques or whatever they teach you in class isn't going to be veryuseful in the real world, that's for sure.

Whatever can't be expressed might as well not exist.

Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.

I go by the gut. I might not appear to have any talent but I've got plenty of gut instinct.

What do you think? I'm not a starfish or a pepper tree. I'm a living, breathing human being. Of course I've been in love.

My only passions were books and music. As you might guess, I led a lonely life… Not that I knew what I wanted in life - I didn’t. I loved reading novels to distraction, but didn’t write well enough to be a novelist; being an editor or a critic was out, too, since my tastes ran to the extremes. Novels should be for pure personal enjoyment, I decided, not part of your work or study. That’s why I didn’t study literature

I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.