You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine I’m inclined to extravagance.

I'm tired and it's taking an increasing amount out of me, more than I have to give physically. And that's why I want to move to Sicily and buy that little farm and raise a flock of goats and geese. I find it peaceful ... and it would be a nice way to end life.

The work of a writer, his continuing work, depends for breath of life on a certain privacy of heart.

Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.

Just another four-letter word.

The human animal is a beast that dies but the fact that he’s dying don’t give him pity for others.

The helpless can't help the helpless.