Like all former thinkers, I'm writing a book.
Lonely people, in talking to each other can make each other lonelier.
Intellectuals can tell themselves anything, sell themselves any bill of goods, which is why they were so often patsies for the ruling classes in 19th-century France and England, or 20th-century Russia and America.
I wanted to see what was there for me once, what is there for me now.
My mother was dead for five years before I knew that I had loved her very much.
I don't think many writers like their best-known piece of work, particularly when it was written a long time ago.