Sentimentality is a form of fatigue.

Thousands of people know my flannel knickers, and though I know this may seem flirtatious, it is not. I am a saint.

I never eat meat as I think it is wrong to deprive animals of their life when they are so difficult to chew anyway.

One has to be careful what one takes when one goes away forever.

Military people never seem to apologize for killing each other yet novelists feel ashamed for writing some nice inert paper book that is not certain to be read by anybody.

There are things that are not sayable. That’s why we have art.

[At age 92:] There are places I'd like to return to. But not as I was then but as I am now. 'Cause I'm trying to understand. And I've understood nothing.