God! Is there anything uglier than a frightened man!

I like reality. It tastes like bread.

Inspiration? - a hoax fabricated by poets for their self-importance.

Obligations, hatreds, injuries; what did I expect my memories to be? I was forgetting remorse. Now I have a complete past.

To say yes, you have to sweat and roll up your sleeves and plunge both hands into life up to the elbows. It is easy to say no, even if saying no means death.

Have you noticed that life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively in newspapers?

Life has a way of setting things in order and leaving them be. Very tidy, is life.