our real fears are the sounds of footsteps walking in the corridors of our minds, and the anxieties, the phantom floatings, they create.

I've got something inside of me, peasantlike and stubborn, and I'm in it till the end of the race.

Most secrets should never be told, but especially those that are more menacing to the listener than to the teller.

I think my greatest talent really is for friendship.

Actually, I think friendship and love are exactly the same thing.

She was a triumph over ugliness, so often more beguiling than real beauty, if only because it contains paradox. In this case, as opposed to the scrupulous method of good taste and scientific grooming, the trick had been worked by exaggerating defects; she'd made them ornamental by admitting them boldly.

Time. Time. What is time? Swiss manufacture it, French hoard it, Italians squander it, Americans say it is money. Hindus say it does not exist. Know what I say? I say time is a crook.