Passion impels our deeds; ideology supplies the explanations.
Placing the extraordinary at the center of the ordinary, as realism does, is a great comfort to us stay-at-homes.
Language is the friendliest of the things from which we cannot escape.
The hysterical find too much significance in things. The depressed find too little.
I criticize myself ruthlessly, but never mention the faults of which I am truly ashamed.
Death is always there, just beneath the surface.