I, who have been so many men in vain, want to be one man, myself alone. From out of a whirlwind the voice of God replied: I am not, either. I dreamed the world the way you dreamed your work, my Shakespeare: one of the forms of my dream was you, who, like me, are many and one.

In all fiction, when a man is faced with alternatives he chooses one at the expense of others.

I try to avoid purple patches, fine writing, all that kind of thing... because I think they're a mistake. And then sometimes it comes through and sometimes it doesn't, but that's not up to me. It's up to chance.

Im merely a dreamer, and then a writer, and my happiest moments are when I'm a reader.

To arrange a library is to practice in a quiet and modest way the art of criticism.

If a writer disbelieves what he is writing, then he can hardly expect his reader to believe it.

Reality is not always probable, or likely.