Can one do nothing for the dead? And for a long time the answer had been - Nothing!

Risk! Risk anything! Care no more for the opinions of others, for those voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth.

Why! Why! Why is the middle-class so stodgy - so utterly without a sense of humor?

I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.

Regret is an appalling waste of energy, and no one who intends to be a writer can afford to indulge in it.

When we begin to take our failures non-seriously, it means we are ceasing to be afraid of them.

Looking back, I imagine I was always writing. Twaddle it was too. But better far write twaddle or anything, anything, than nothing at all.