All creative work, all life in a sense, is a cri de coeur.

Go, then! Go to the moon-you selfish dreamer!

I saw that it was all over, put away in a box like a doll no longer cared for, the magical intimacy of our childhood together

If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it.

Friends are God's way of apologizing to us for our families

We're all of us guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.

Of course you always had that detached quality as if you were playing a game without much concern over whether you won or lost, and now that you've lost the game, not lost but just quit playing, you have that rare sort of charm that usually only happens in very old or hopelessly sick people, the charm of the defeated.