I don't believe in God, but I miss him.
What you end up remembering isn't always the same as what you have witnessed.
I'm a complete democrat in terms of who buys my books.
This was another of our fears: that Life wouldn't turn out to be like Literature.
Memory is identity....You are what you have done; what you have done is in your memory; what you remember defines who you are; when you forget your life you cease to be, even before your death.
Later on in life, you expect a bit of rest, don't you? You think you deserve it. I did, anyway. But then you begin to understand that the reward of merit is not life's business.