We are the hero of our own story.

it's easier to forgive your enemies than to forgive your friends.

The relation between life and literature - a final antimony - is one of mutual plagiarism.

Every age has a keyhole to which its eye is pasted. Spicy court-memoirs, the lives of gallant ladies, recollections of an ex-nun, a monk's confession, an atheist's repentance, true-to-life accounts of prostitution and bastardy gave our ancestors a penny peep into the forbidden room.

In violence, we forget who we are

You can date the evolving life of a mind, like the age of a tree, by the rings of friendship formed by the expanding central trunk.

All dramatic realism is somewhat sadistic; an audience is persuaded to watch something that makes it uncomfortable and from which no relief is offered - no laughter, no tears, no purgation.