I think it's always wrong of writers to make too much of the pains of their labors, because most people have much worse jobs and suffer such indignities and hardships.

A happy man has no past, while an unhappy man has nothing else.

One cannot distinguish between human and non-human acts. One cannot point, one cannot say this man here is a man and that man there is a devil.

We live in a material world, not a dramatic one.

A writer has to stand outside the page. It's not for the writer to shed tears onto the pages for these characters. It's not for him to suffer or to laugh or to experience ecstasy or agony in the manner of the characters on the pages.

Literary prizes serve a purpose if they allow for discussion of books.

Love is a glimpse of hope. To love is to hope. When we abandon hope, we cease to exist.