Exercise is an unnatural act.

I love being a writer. What I can't stand is the paperwork.

We must love one another, yes, yes, that's all true enough, but nothing says we have to like each other.

I tried to write worse but it was no good; my generalizations came out as before, each more exquisite than the last. I grew discouraged.

Confession is good for the soul only in the sense that a tweed coat is good for dandruff - it is a palliative rather than a remedy.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

The universe is like a safe to which there is a combination. But the combination is locked up in the safe.