The principal difference between an adventurer and a suicide is that the adventurer leaves himself a margin of escape (the narrower the margin the greater the adventure)

Meet me in Cognito, baby. In Cognito, we'll have nothing to hide.

There are stories still in existence that I wrote when I was five. However, I did not get published until I was seven.

Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense.

Never be afraid to love, not even when there's a chance you're not being loved in return.

If the novelist isn't surprised by where his book ends up, he or she probably hasn't written anything worth remembering.

I want to travel on a train that smells like snowflakes. I want to sip in cafes that smell like comets. Under the pressure of my step, I want the streets to emit the precise odor of a diamond necklace. I want the newspapers I read to smell like the violins left in pawnshops by weeping hobos on Christmas Eve. I want to carry luggage that reeks of the neurons in Einstein's brain. I want a city's gases to smell like the golden belly hairs of the gods. And when I gaze at a televised picture of the moon, I want to detect, from a distance of 239,000 miles, the aroma of fresh mozzarella.