Watt had watched people smile and thought he understood how it was done.

God is love. Yes or no? No.

Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence.

Over, over, there is a soft place in my heart for all that is over, no, for the being over, words have been my only loves, not many.

I hope I am not too old to take it up seriously, nor too stupid about machines to qualify as a commercial pilot. I do not feel like spending the rest of my life writing books that no one will read. It is not as though I wanted to write them.

If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.

I had little talent for happiness.