Every aspect of human technology has a dark side, including the bow and arrow.

I don't know why they are all so eager to be remembered. What good will it do them? There are some things that should be forgotten by everyone, and never spoken of again.

Kafka thought his stories were hilarious. We don't necessarily have that reaction to them, but he certainly laughed his head off every time he read them out loud.

It's a feature of our age that if you write a work of fiction, everyone assumes that the people and events in it are disguised biography — but if you write your biography, it's equally assumed you're lying your head off.

More and more I feel like a letter—deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one.

He considers me also a little fragile because artistic. I need to be cared for, like a potted plant.

There's always something to occupy the inquiring mind.