I kept waiting for him to lay bare something more than this pointed unobjectionableness, but all that rose to the surface was more surface

There are no uncontaminated angels

I write fiction and I'm told it's autobiography, I write autobiography and I'm told it's fiction, so since I'm so dim and they're so smart, let them decide what it is or it isn't.

He was no more, freed from being, entering into nowhere without even knowing it. Just as he'd feared from the start.

All that we don't know is astonishing. Even more astonishing is what passes for knowing.

I wouldn't mind writing a long book which is going to occupy me for the rest of my life.

When the whole world doesn't believe in God, it'll be a great place.