But no artist, I now realize, can be satisfied with art alone. There is a natural craving for recognition which cannot be gain-said.

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.

An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her.

I don't think necessity is the mother of invention. Invention, in my opinion, arises directly from idleness, possibly also from laziness - to save oneself trouble.

It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story.

Very few of us are what we seem.

Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.

Nobody knows what another person is thinking. They may imagine they do, but they are nearly always wrong.

Fear is incomplete knowledge.

Books are a habit-forming drug.

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

Madness is loving the unsolvable puzzle of your soul and replacing the lost pieces with my own.

Let lessons learnt be like fingers burned. Gentle reminders imploring us to stay away from fire. It is a mark of folly to make the same mistake twice.

There is a greater fatigue concerning the African problem today than five or 10 years ago. The situation now in Africa is worse today than it was 10 years ago.

I want to have children, please God, with a woman that I love and that I'm very attracted to.

Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.

Since philosophy is the art which teaches us how to live, and since children need to learn it as much as we do at other ages, why do we not instruct them in it?

A great artist is never a closed subject, but this catalogue is a milestone production, as useful as it is beautiful.

Questions draw us together. Answers push us apart.

Must we always talk for victory, and never once for truth, for comfort, and joy?

Clutch the bramble and you will be pricked.