Writers are only rarely likable.

The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.

The willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life is the source from which self-respect springs.

To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self.

We are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

The fear is for what is still to be lost.

Do not whine... Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone.

Short stories demand a certain awareness of one's own intentions, a certain narrowing of the focus.

The real purpose of books is to trap the mind into doing its own thinking.

In my experience when a friend unloaded about a boyfriend or spouse, the listener soaked up the complaint and remembered it long after the speaker had forgiven the offense.

If someone has been escaping reality, I don't expect him to dig my music.

Redemption is promised at the low price of surrender of your critical faculties.

The greatest voice of all time.

The life of man is a winter way.

A little thought is sexton to all the world.

I do not understand! I understand nothing! I cannot understand nor do I want to understand! I want to believe! To Believe!

The incentive to ambition is the love of power.