Anticipation! It occurred to him that his anticipation was more pleasant to him than the experiencing.

But there were too many points at which the other self could invade the self he wanted to preserve, and there were too many forms of invasion: certain words, sounds, lights, actions his hands or feet performed, and if he did nothing at all, heard and saw nothing, the shouting of some triumphant inner voice that shocked him and cowed him.

My New Year’s Eve Toast: to all the devils, lusts, passions, greeds, envies, loves, hates, strange desires, enemies ghostly and real, the army of memories, with which I do battle — may they never give me peace. (New Year's Eve, 1947)

I have no television - I hate it.

Honestly, I don't understand why people get so worked up about a little murder!

Dusk was falling quickly. It was just after 7 P.M., and the month was October.

What was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end? Those were the real questions, and who could answer them?