we cling to our last pleasures as the tree clings to its last leaves.
It's a terrible thing to be alone - yes it is - it is - but don't lower your mask until you have another mask prepared beneath - as terrible as you like - but a mask.
Better to write twaddle, anything, than nothing at all.
There is no feeling to be compared with the feeling of having written and finished a story.
I saw myself driving through Eternity in a timeless taxi.
If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.