I am not famous for anything in particular. I am just famous.

Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.

The human soul is not framed for continued proximity, and the result of this enforced neighbourhood is often an appalling loneliness for which the rules of the game forbid assuagement.

any writer is inevitably going to work with his own anxieties and desires. If the book is any good it has got to have in it the fire of a personal unconscious mind.

We can only learn to love by loving.

The bottomless bitter misery of childhood: how little even now it is understood. Probably no adult misery can be compared with a child's despair.

Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder.