My belief is that everything that's written about you is actually secondary showbiz nonsense, and you shouldn't take any notice of it.

Only in art will the lion lie down with the lamb, and the rose grow without thorn.

Religious belief is without reason and without dignity, and its record is near-universally dreadful.

Probably human cruelty is fixed and eternal. Only styles change.

My life looked good on paper - where, in fact, almost all of it was being lived.

When the past is forgotten, the present is unforgettable

Closure is a greasy little word which, moreover, describes a nonexistent condition. The truth, Venus, is that nobody gets over anything.

Perhaps there are other bits of my life that would take on content, take on shadow, if only I read more and thought less about money.

When you’ve lost all your play, guess what love becomes. Work. Work that gets harder every hour.

Love is blind; but it makes you see the blind man; teetering on the roadside . . .

Every 10 years you're a different person, and the really great books evolve with you as you get older. They're full of new rewards.

I have two great duties in each day: firstly, to identify why I woke up and secondly to be convinced of why I must retire!

Death is the greatest goal of anyone. It is something no other living human can achieve

I tried to find something I already knew about life that might help me reach out and touch my brother and get him to look at me and himself.

No person ever died by drowning in their own sweat.

There's something nice about making a night of the theater rather than sitting in front of your TV.

None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.

I was in rare fettle and the heart had touched a new high. I don't know anything that braces one up like finding you haven't got to get married after all.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

We are often moved with passion and think it to be zeal.

Armenag Saroyan was the failed poet, the failed Presbyterian preacher, the failed American, the failed theological student.