I have an idea that most of all he is running away from love, because it's too big and too demanding. He's running away from us--from you, from me, from his sister, from himself, too. Who wants to be himself, who wants to be so little, and so captured and limited?

Of course if you like your kids, if you love them from the moment they begin, you yourself begin all over again, in them, with them, and so there is something more to the world again.

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

The Tax Collector's letters are invariably mimeographed, and all they say is that you still haven't paid him.

Even after you've won fame and fortune, every time you write you've got to write, there's no shortcut, you have to start your career all over again.

Kids are always the only future the human race has.

I believe that time, with its infinite understanding, will one day forgive me.