People change and forget to tell each other.

We all lead more pedestrian lives than we think we do. The boiling of an egg is sometimes more important than the boiling of a love affair in the end.

How often the rich like to play at being poor. A rather nasty game, I've always thought.

Old paint on canvas, as it ages, sometimes becomes transparent. When that happens it is possible, in some pictures, to see the original lines: a tree will show through a woman's dress, a child makes way for a dog, a large boat is no longer on an open sea. That is called pentimento because the painter 'repented', changed his mind. Perhaps it would be as well to say that the old conception, replaced by a later choice, is a way of seeing and then seeing again.

Guilt is often an excuse for not thinking.

If I had to give young writers advice, I would say don't listen to writers talking about writing or themselves.

Things start out as hopes and end up as habits.