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

I will try not to panic, to keep my standard of living modest and to work steadily, even shyly, in the spirit of those medieval carvers who so fondly sculpted the undersides of choir seats.

America is a vast conspiracy to make you happy.

Revolution is just one crowd taking power from another.

The essential support and encouragement comes from within, arising out of the mad notion that your society needs to know what only you can tell it.

My father provided; he gathered things to himself and let them fall upon the world; my clothes, my food, my luxurious hopes had fallen to me from him, and for the first time his death seemed, even at its immense stellar remove of impossibility, a grave and dreadful threat.

Living is a compromise, between doing what you want and doing what other people want.