I didn't have to think up so much as a comma or a semicolon; it was all given, straight from the celestial recording room. Weary, I would beg for a break, an intermission, time enough, let's say, to go to the toilet or take a breath of fresh air on the balcony. Nothing doing!

If I were reading a book and happened to strike a wonderful passage I would close the book then and there and go for a walk. I hated the thought of coming to the end of a good book. I would tease it along, delay the inevitable as long as possible, But always, when I hit a great passage, I would stop reading immediately. Out I would go, rain, hail, snow or ice, and chew the cud.

Somewhere along the way one discovers that what one has to tell is not nearly so important as the telling itself.

Until we lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.

The legal system is often a mystery, and we, its priests, preside over rituals baffling to everyday citizens.

For the artist to attach himself to his work, or identify himself with it, is suicidal.

All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without benefit of experience.