After all the world is indeed beautiful and if we were any other creature than man we might be continuously happy in it.

I knew immediately something was terribly wrong, but you can know that and not allow the thought in your head, at the front of your head. It dances around at the back, where it can't be controlled. But the front of the head is where the pain begins.

I haven't really written my plays and books - I've heard them. The stories are there already, singing in your genes and in your blood.

It is very difficult to be a hero without an audience, although, in a sense, we are each the hero of a peculiar, half-ruined film called our life.

It is funny, but it strikes me that a person without anecdotes that they nurse while they live, and that survive them, are more likely to be utterly lost not only to history but the family following them. Of course this is the fate of most souls, reducing entire lives, no matter how vivid and wonderful, to those sad black names on withering family trees, with half a date dangling after and a question mark.

That is because at the close of the day the ship we sail in is the soul, not the body.

There is seldom a difficulty with religion where there is friendship.