Humankind can tolerate only so much rejection.

I know many older writers who were very successful and whose books are now out of print, so you have to go to antiquarian booksellers to buy their fifth or eighth novel or whatever it is.

It's true: lives do drift apart for no obvious reason. We're all busy people,we can't spend our time simply trying to stay in touch. The test of a friendship is if it can weather these inevitable gaps.

I have this lock of hair that keeps falling across my forehead. It drives me mad.

We never love anyone. Not really. We only love our idea of another person. It is some conception of our own that we love. We love ourselves, in fact.

I tend to admire dead people more than the living. All too often, human reality diminishes the glowing reputation.

Sometimes limbo is a tolerable place to be stuck.