The least stupid question a man asks in his lifetime is not: Is there a God and is He a god or a devil? But: Brother, why are you killing me?

To reject censorship after studying the risks involved is very well. To reject it ex cathedra, in the tones of Calvin pronouncing a dogma, eyes and mind closed to the possible consequences, the even marginally possible, is to make things too comfortable for oneself.

The gesture with which one generation guards the next is the movement, and the only time we see it clearly, of life itself.

Lord, if there is a heartache Vienna cannot cure I hope never to feel it. I came home cured of everything except Vienna.

Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.

You can't argue with a raging want. You can, but it is useless.

Writing was a chimney for my blazing ambitions.