Remembrance, like Rembrandt, is dark but festive. Remembered ones dress up for the occasion and sit still. Memory is a photo-studio de luxe on an infinite Fifth Power Avenue.

I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.

I think my favorite fact about myself is that I have never been dismayed by a critic's bilge or bile, and have never once in my life asked or thanked a reviewer for a review.

Don't cry, I'm sorry to have deceived you so much, but that's how life is.

For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.

I have often noticed that after I had bestowed on the characters of my novels some treasured item of my past, it would pine away in the artificial world where I had so abruptly placed it.

My characters are galley slaves.