My father was quite an attractive guy. He was very intelligent and very amusing. I didn't like him. He was always very nice to me but I just didn't like him.

I am a completely horizontal author. I can't think unless I'm lying down, either in bed or stretched on a couch.

Did you ever, in that wonderland wilderness of adolesence [sic] ever, quite unexpectedly, see something, a dusk sky, a wild bird, a landscape, so exquisite terror touched you at the bone? And you are afraid, terribly afraid the smallest movement, a leaf, say, turning in the wind, will shatter all? That is, I think, the way love is, or should be: one lives in beautiful terror.

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 quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.

They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurance of our identities?

It's worth your life to order an omelette in most restaurants. You never know what you're going to get.