He loved possessions, not masses of them, but a select few that he did not part with.They gave a man self-respect. Not ostentation but quality, and the love that cherished the quality. Possessions reminded him that he existed, and made him enjoy his existence. It was as simple as that. And wasn' t that worth something? He existed.

And no book, and possibly no painting, when it is finished, is ever exactly like the first dream of it.

How easy it was to lie when one had to lie!

If people have bought something of mine, they know by now that I will decline writing it for the movies

Everything human is alien to me.

It always gets late with you. - Is that a compliment?

Every man is his own law court and punishes himself enough.