Habit is a great deadener.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.

Decidedly it will never have been given to me to finish anything, except perhaps breathing. One must not be greedy.

James Joyce: His writing is not about something. It is the thing itself.

The only sin is the sin of being born.

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.

The new light above my table is a great improvement. With all this darkness around me I feel less alone. (Pause.) In a way. (Pause.) I love to get up and move about in it, then back here to... (hesitates) ...me. (Pause.)