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.

Food is a profound subject and one, incidentally, about which no writer lies.

How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see the worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.

confession ran in the family.

Only love has clear vision. Hatred has cloudy vision. When we hate we know not what we do.

It's easier to sell junk when you're known than works of genius when you're unknown.

Another person's illness is often harder to bear than one's own.