…we all lie to ourselves; we tell our own selves more lies than we ever do other people.

How undisturbed, the sleep of the foolish.

For each person there is a sentence—a series of words—which has the power to destroy them.

Writing is a lonely way of life. You shut yourself up in your study and work and work.

The most dangerous kind of person... is one who is afraid of his own shadow.

Human has always striven to retain the past, to keep it convincing; there's nothing wicked in that. Without it we have no continuity; we have only the moment. And, deprived of the past, the moment - the present - has little meaning, if any.

Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans. . . If reality differs from person to person, can we speak of reality singular, or shouldn't we really be talking about plural realities? And if there are plural realities, are some more true (more real) than others?