The horror of the Twentieth Century was the size of each new event, and the paucity of its reverberation.
The desire for success lubricates secret prostitution in the soul.
I hate everything which is not in myself.
I was thinking that surgeons had to be the happiest people on earth. To cut people up and get paid for it-that's happiness, I told myself.
Writer’s block is only a failure of the ego.
We love those who can lead us to a place we will never reach without them.