One should go easy on smashing other people's lies. Better to concentrate on one's own.

A long marriage is very unifying, even if it's not ideal, and those old structures must be respected.

The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.

The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.

Then I felt too that I might take this opportunity to tie up a few loose ends, only of course loose ends can never be properly tied, one is always producing new ones. Time, like the sea, unties all knots. Judgements on people are never final, they emerge from summings up which at once suggest the need of a reconsideration. Human arrangements are nothing but loose ends and hazy reckoning, whatever art may otherwise pretend in order to console us.

Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one's luck.

Our destiny can be examined, but it cannot be justified or totally explained. We are simply here.