We accept reality so readily - perhaps because we sense that nothing is real.

Another school declares that all time has already transpired and that our life is only the crepuscular and no doubt falsified and mutilated memory or reflection of an irrecoverable process.

Although I'm very lazy when it comes to writing, I'm not that lazy when it comes to thinking. I like to develop the plan of a short story, then cut it as short as possible, try to evolve all the necessary details. I know far more about the characters than what actually comes out of the writing.

It's a shame that we have to choose between two such second-rate countries as the USSR and the USA.

What I'm really concerned about is reaching one person. And that person may be myself for all I know.

Don't talk unless you can improve the silence.

Happy are the beloved and the lovers and those who can live without love.