...once you fell in love with her, you loved her until the day you died.

There's love, and certainly children you care about more than yourself. But nevertheless, we're alone in our heads.

Films and television and even comic books are churning out vast quantities of fictional narratives, and the public continues to swallow them up with great passion. That is because human beings need stories.

No book includes the entire world. It's limited. And so it doesn't seem like an aesthetic compromise to have to do that. There's so much other material to write about.

I can never say 'why' about anything I do. I suppose I can say 'how' and 'when' and 'what.' But 'why' is impenetrable to me.

He would conclude that nothing was real except chance.

There's hope for everyone. That's what makes the world go round.