We all come from our own little planets. That's why we're all different. That's what makes life interesting.

He must be independent and brave, and sure of himself and of the importance of his work, because if he isn't he will never survive the scorching blasts of derision that will probably greet his first efforts.

That's the whole story of my life: frustration. It's a chronic disease, and it's incurable.

And who are the greater criminals-those who sell the instruments of death, or those who buy them and use them?

I remember when I was younger, there was a well-known writer who used to dart down the back way whenever saw me coming. I suppose he was in love with me and wasn't quite sure of himself. Well, c'est la vie!

The only people who grow old were born old to begin with.

Poor, dear God. Playing Idiot's Delight. The game that never means anything, and never ends.