He constructed a vast labyrinthine of periods, made impassable by the piling-up of clauses upon clauses-clauses in which oversight and bad grammar seemed manifestations of disdain.

Then he reflected that reality does not usually coincide with our anticipation of it; with a logic of his own he inferred that to forsee a circumstantial detail is to prevent its happening. Trusting in this weak magic, he invented, so that they would not happen, the most gruesome details.

I live in a grey world, rather like the silver screen world. But yellow stands out.

I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me.

Reading is an activity subsequent to writing: more resigned, more civil, more intellectual.

What a writer wants to do is not what he does.

Whoever would undertake some atrocious enterprise should act as if it were already accomplished should impose upon himself a future as irrevocable as the past.