It is easy to answer the ultimate questions - it saves you bothering with the immediate ones.

Writers don't need love; all they require is money.

Heroes, whatever high ideas we may have of them, are mortal and not divine. We are all as God made us and many of us much worse.

The schoolteacher is certainly underpaid as a childminder, but ludicrously overpaid as an educator.

We all of us waited for him to die. The family sent him a check every month, and hoped he'd get on with it quietly, without too much vulgar fuss.

And even in the hatred of the majority, there's a kind of triumph because I know that, although they'd never admit it, they secretly respect me.

Don't be afraid of being emotional. You won't die of it.