But what physician has not had patients who don't make any sense at all? To tell the truth, they're our stock-in-trade. We talk and write about the ones we can make sense of.

Bourbon does for me what the piece of cake did for Proust.

A novel is what you call something that won't sell if you call it poems or short stories.

Why is it that one can look at a lion or a planet or an owl or at someone's finger as long as one pleases, but looking into the eyes of another person is, if prolonged past a second, a perilous affair?

I sometimes think novelists write about sex in order to avoid boring themselves to death.

You can get all A's and still flunk life.

It makes people nervous for one to step out of one's role.