Love is just a system for getting someone to call you darling after sex.
I have at times tried to imagine the despair which leads to suicide, attempted to conjure up the slew and slop of darkness in which only death appears as a pinprick of light: in other words, the exact opposite of the normal condition of life.
The companionship of dead writers is a wonderful form of live friendship.
The more you learn, the less you fear.
I don't believe in God, but I miss him.
Perhaps the world progresses not by maturing, but by being in a permanent state of adolescence, of thrilled discovery.