It's just that it's hard to believe in greatness.

But that isn't my life. I have said many times I don't want to be considered one who once flew fighters. That's not who I am. I devoted the subsequent 50 years - more - to writing.

Happiness is often at its most intense when it is based on inequality.

There comes a time when you realize that everything is a dream, and only those things preserved in writing have any possibility of being real.

The dreams are the skeleton of all reality.

To write? Because all this is going to vanish. The only thing left will be the prose and poems, the books, what is written down. Man was very fortunate to have invented the book. Without it the past would completely vanish, and we would be left with nothing, we would be naked on earth.

ONE OF THE LAST GREAT REALIZATIONS is that life will not be what you dreamed.