Anybody's marriage might benefit from an occasional embargo on talk.

Do you know what the definition of insane is? Yes. It’s the inability to relate to another human being. It’s the inability to love.

And do you know a funny thing? I'm almost fifty years old and I've never understood anything in my whole life.

Dying for love might be pitiable, but it wasn't much different, finally, from any other kind of dying.

If my work has a theme, I suspect it is a simple one: that most human beings are inescapably alone, and therein lies their tragedy.

Why did everything always change when all you wanted, all you had ever humbly asked of whatever God there might be, was that certain things be allowed to stay the same?

No one forgets the truth; they just get better at lying.