Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.

And I'm convinced that knowing the names of things braces people up.

Is love supposed to ruin you? It seems to me you shouldn't destroy yourself out of life for purposes of love--or what good is it?

A writer is a reader moved to emulation.

A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed, deprived of its highest good, sick unto death.

There was a disturbance in my heart, a voice that spoke there and said, I want, I want, I want! It happened every afternoon, and when I tried to suppress it it got even stronger.

Death deserves dignity.