I am talking about the general psychological health of the species, man. He needs the existence of mysteries. Not their solution.

The most important questions in life can never be answered by anyone except oneself.

The profoundest distances are never geographical.

There are only two races on this planet - the intelligent and the stupid.

There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not any more what you will become. It is what you are and always will be.

Time is not a road - it is a room.

The pronoun is one of the most terrifying masks man has invented.

There are many reasons why novelists write, but they all have one thing in common - a need to create an alternative world.

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.

Alive. Alive in the way that death is alive.

An answer is always a form of death.

So where does that leave me? I like hosting the show....It’s become my identity. If that’s gone, where am I?

Few human beings are proof against the implied flattery of rapt attention.

I did not know the woman I would be nor that blood would bloom in me each month like an exotic flower, nor that children, two monuments, would break from between my legs.

I'm tired of being the funniest person in the room.

I have an idea heaven will be both absolutely happy and absolutely dark, to protect us from the blaze of God.

I haven't heard anything so great for a long time; Beethoven snaps his fingers at the whole world.

There you go. Use your granddaughter to pick up women. That'll get you points in heaven.

People don't actually read newspapers - they get into them every morning like a hot bath.

In the end, no thought is unthinkable, no problem unshrinkable, no two strangers unlinkable.

Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty !