Like all virtuous people he imagines he must speak the truth.

Each time I undertake to reread Virginia Woolf, I am somewhat baffled by the signature breathlessness and relentlessly "poetic" tone, the shimmering impressionism, so very different from the vivid, precise, magisterial (and often very funny) prose of her contemporary James Joyce.

In no other sport is the connection between performer and observer so intimate, so frequently painful, so unresolved

The worst thing: to give yourself away in exchange for not enough love.

One man's insanity is another man's genius; someday the world will recognize the genius in my insanity.

Sometimes I stumble upon a wonderfully irresistible to me voice, unexpectedly.

I turn down invitations to do things for money. I have almost no interest in making money. Actually, I've acquired a fair amount of money that I will never live to spend. So earning money, in a way, depresses me, because I feel it's just piling up.