That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts.

There are too many of us, he thought. There are billions of us and that's too many. Nobody knows anyone. Strangers come and violate you. Strangers come and cut your heart out. Strangers come and take your blood. Good God, who were those men? I never saw them before in my life!

I sometimes get up at night when I can't sleep and walk down into my library and open one of my books and read a paragraph and say, 'My God, did I write that?

You've got to be able to look at your thoughts on paper and discover what a fool you were.

I'm numb and I'm tired. Too much has happened today. I feel as if I'd been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat. I'm soaked to the skin with emotion.

The gift of life is so precious that we should feel an obligation to pay back the universe for the gift of being alive.

I'm not a serious person, and I don't like serious people.