Being in love is an exhausting business.

Of course men play roles, but women play roles too, blanker ones. They have, in the play of life, fewer good lines.

Anything that consoles is fake.

We need a moral philosophy in which the concept of love, so rarely mentioned now by philosophers, can once again be made central.

There is a spider called Amaurobius, which lives in a burrow and has its young in the late summer, and then it dies when the frosts begin, and the young spiders live through the cold by eating their mother's dead body. One can't believe that's an accident. I don't know that I imagined God as having thought it all out, but somehow He was connected with the pattern, He was the pattern.

The most interesting things are always happening behind one.

Art is brief. (Not in a temporal sense.) [...] Words are for concealment. Art is concealment.