I haven't been to a movie since somebody gave me free tickets to Star Wars, which I went to.

A reader is not supposed to be aware that someone's written the story. He's supposed to be completely immersed, submerged in the environment.

A barbarian is not aware that he is a barbarian.

I know that the history of man is not his technical triumphs, his kills, his victories. It is a composite, a mosaic of a trillion pieces, the account of each man's accommodation with his conscience. This is the true history of the race.

Somebody else's ignorance is bliss.

When you demand the nature of my motives, you reveal the style of your thinking to be callow, captious, superficial, craven, uncertain and impudent.

Of all questions, why? is the least pertinent. It begs the question; it assumes the larger part of its own response; to wit, that a sensible response exists.