I care so much about everything that I care about nothing.

What is a street? It is where the living weep, where the dead go off in silence to their peace.

I'm not the kind of guy to knock at a door and then when the door is opened not go in.

No enemy is so annoying as one who was a friend, or still is a friend,and there are many more of these than one would suspect.

Every man is correct in asking God why he is stuck with himself, and his rotten luck.

I do not know what makes a writer, but it probably isn't happiness.

I always know a lie when I hear it, and the effect it has on me is no good at all. I go berserk just forcing myself not to go berserk, just trying to see truth in the lie, to see it in full context, and in a dimension in which it has got to be more than just a lie, possibly the profoundest kind of truth.