It's my experience that very few writers, young or old, are really seeking advice when they give out their work to be read. They want support; they want someone to say, "Good job."

You live your life at the time you live it -- you don't have much of an overview when what's happening to you is still happening.

If you can't love crudeness, how can you truly love mankind?

But I often think that so-called glamorous people are just very busy people.

There are always suicides among people who are unable to say what they mean.

In our hearts... there must abide some pity for those people who have always felt themselves to be separate from even their most familiar surroundings, those people who either are foreigners or who suffer a singular point of view that makes them feel as if they’re foreigners - even in their native lands. In our hearts... there also abides a certain suspicion that such people need to feel set apart from their society. But people who initiate loneliness are no less lonely than those who are suddenly surprised by loneliness, nor are they undeserving of our pity.

Being wrong about important things is exhausting.