I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria, who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person. But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really.

When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.

Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter, and none of those instincts are given much play at the warehouse!

The name of a person you love is more than language.

There is no pleasure in the world like writing well and going fast.

Everybody is nothing until you love them.

Sorrow makes for sincerity, I think.