I read books. Avidly, ardently! As if my life depended upon it.

Whoever was stupid was beneath worry or thought; you did not have to figure them out. This eliminated hundreds of people. In this life you had time only for a certain amount of thinking, and there was no need to waste any of it on people who were not threatening.

Even if I seemed to remember, I could not know. For just to remember something is not to know if it really happened. That is a primary fact of the inner life, the most difficult fact with which we must live.

We are linked by blood, and blood is memory without language.

Yet I will make you all love me and I will punish myself to spite your love.

Homo sapiens is the species that invents symbols in which to invest passion and authority, then forgets that symbols are inventions.

Perhaps the inevitable tragedy of our complex civilization is that we must be specialists in our fields - and our fields have become increasingly difficult, so that communication is nearly impossible.