I loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.

I like to talk on TV about those things that aren't worth writing about.

I'm not a character in any of my books.

Personally, I rather think that if you're not creative you've got a problem on your hands. If you are creative you've got a double problem.

The brain may take advice, but not the heart.

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

Clocks indeed must have their sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?