I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.

When I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard.

Why honey, don't you want to get dressed?" My mother took care never to tell me to do anything. She would only reason with me sweetly, like one intelligent, mature person with another. It's almost three in the afternoon." I'm writing a novel," I said. "I haven't got time to change into this and change into that.

Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.

I like people, but to learn about one individual always appeals to me more than anything.

The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of stories, you might still be alive when you hit bottom.

I started adding up all the things I couldn't do.