Time cannot be spurred on like a horse.
The most frightening thing in the world is to discover the abnormal in that which is closest to us.
Many people ask why a writer commits suicide. But I think that people who ask don't know the vanity and the nothingness of writing. I think it is very usual and natural for a writer to commit suicide, because in order to keep on writing he must be a very strong person.
When I was young, I could bounce back from things like a brand-new rubber ball.
Defeat begins with the fear that one has lost.
Do you shovel to survive, or survive to shovel?