I blame myself for not often enough seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary. Somewhere in his journals, Dostoyevky remarks that a writer can begin anywhere, at the most commonplace thing, scratch around in it long enough, pry and dig away long enough, and lo!, soon he will hit upon the marvelous.

With one long breath, caught and held in his chest, he fought his sadness over his solitary life. Don't cry, you idiot! Live or die, but don't poison everything.

In expressing love we belong among the undeveloped countries.

If I had a child of school age, I would send him to one of the Waldorf Schools.

If I'm out of my mind, it's all right with me, thought Moses Herzog.

Readiness to answer all questions is the infallible sign of stupidity.

...there is no old age of the soul.