Fragments are the only forms I trust.

The first thing I did was make a mistake. I thought I had understood capitalism, but what I had done was assume an attitude -melancholy sadness- toward it.

It is a curiosity of writing about angels that, very often, one turns out to be writing about men.

Much depends on asking the right question at the right time.

I conveniently forgot to remember that people only have two hands, or, as another parent once said of having a third child, it's time for a zone defense instead of man-to-man.

Beware of "the real world". A speaker's apeal to it is always an invitation not to challenge his tacit assumptions.

I made myself into an envelope into which I could thrust my work deep, lick the flap, seal it from everybody.

It's as though the words are trapped, buried under past fears, past lives, like fossils compressed under layers of dirt.

Man has the supreme knack of deceiving himself; the Englishman is supremest among men.

Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled; The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!

I like Brad Pitt; I just have nothing to do with him.

If Mr. Einstein doesn't like the natural laws of the universe, let him go back to where he came from.

But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening.