Only one novel is a novel: that is a successful novel.

One tries to tell a truth, and one hopes that the truth has a general application rather than just a specific one.

Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.

Even if you got rid of paper, you would still have story-tellers. In fact, you had the story-tellers before you had the paper.

We just got to go on, that's all. That's what grownups would do.

Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.

We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.