Art doesn't spring from the muses alone, but from hard work.

Our worst fear isn't the end of life but the end of memories.

Here is a fact: nothing in all civilization has been as productive as ludicrous ambition. Whatever its ills, nothing has created more. Cathedrals, sonatas, encyclopedias: love of God was not behind them, nor love of life. But the love of man to be worshiped by man.

You know, there's that silly saying 'We're born alone and we die alone' -it's nonsense. We're surrounded at birth and surrounded at death. It is in between that we're alone.

The training of a journalist, of working with words for thousands of hours, is extraordinarily useful for a fiction writer.

We enjoy this illusion of continuity and we call it memory. Which explains, perhaps, why our worst fear isn't the end of life, but the end of memories

Remembering is the most overrated thing. Forgetting is far superior.