Fiction is nothing less than the subtlest instrument for self-examination and self-display that Mankind has invented yet.

School is where you go between when your parents can't take you and industry can't take you.

Hope bases vast premises on foolish accidents, and reads a word where in fact only a scribble exists.

One does not go to Moscow to get fat.

Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?

Government money in the arts, I fear, can only deflect artists from their responsibility to find an authentic market for their products.

The first breathe of adultery is the freest.