We are all such accidents. We do not make up history and culture. We simply appear, not by our own choice. We make what we can of our condition with the means available. We must accept the mixture as we find it - the impurity of it, the tragedy of it, the hope of it.

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

I’ve had all the monstrosity I want.

I'm glad I haven't lived in vain.

The writer cannot make the seas of distraction stand still, but he [or she] can at times come between the madly distracted and the distractions.

A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep.

All human accomplishment has the same origin, identically. Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination.