A genuine love of learning is one of the two delinquencies which cause blindness and lead a young man to ruin.

It was a different planet in 1967, the Broadway theatre. It had a little ashtray clamped to the back of every seat and the author got 10% of the gross.

Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one’s memory. And yet, I can’t remember it.

What are a friend's books for if not to be borrowed?

A man speaking sense to himself is no madder than a man speaking nonsense not to himself.

We are tied down to a language which makes up in obscurity what it lacks in style.

The universe is deterministic all right, just like Newton said, I mean it's trying to be, but the only thing going wrong is people fancying people who aren't supposed to be in that part of the plan.