I'm full of self-doubt. I doubt everything I do. Everything I do is a failure.

What is money, after all? Almost nothing, when one has a sufficiency of it.

Perhaps all of life is no more than a long preparation for the leaving of it.

To take possession of a city of which you are not a native you must first fall in love there.

For memory, we use our imagination. We take a few strands of real time and carry them with us, then like an oyster we create a pearl around them.

Yes, this is what I thought adulthood would be, a kind of long indian summer, a state of tranquility, of calm incuriousness, with nothing left of the barely bearable raw immediacy of childhood, all the things solved that had puzzled me when I was small, all mysteries settled, all questions answered, and the moments dripping away, unnoticed almost, drip by golden drip, toward the final, almost unnoticed, quietus.

I like ideas. I find them more exciting than human behavior for the most part.