Most of our diversions do not so much delay death as accustom us to it.

We choose those we like; with those we love, we have no say in the matter.

Few novels or plays could exist without at least one troublemaker in the group, and perhaps life couldn't either.

Neurotic: someone who can go from the bottom to the top, and back again, without ever once touching the middle.

The neurotic believes that life has meaning, but that his life hasn't.

The only courage that matters is the kind that gets you from one moment to the next.

People are like birds: on the wing, all beautiful; up close, all beady little eyes.