We talked for hours. He talked and I listened. It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.

The word is the most imprecise of signs. Only a science-obsessed age could fail to comprehend that this is its great virtue, not its defect.

Time is not a road - it is a room.

But however good you get at translating personality into line or paint it's no go if your personality isn't worth translating.

My hatred of crowds, the obviousness of crowds, of anything en masse. Is this why I like little-known books? A general desire to escape the main world.

People knew less of each other, perhaps, but they felt more free of each other, and so were more individual. The entire world was not for them only a push or a switch away. Strangers were strange, and sometimes with an exciting, beautiful strangeness. It may be better for humanity that we should communicate more and more.

Forgetting’s not something you do, it happens to you. Only it didn’t happen to me.