What are we doing here, that is the question.

How do you manage it, she said, at your age? I told her I'd been saving up for her all my life.

All I want to do is sit on my ass and fart and think of Dante.

Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.

James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can.

As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places.

I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.