Everything Human Is Alien To Me.

My New Year’s Eve Toast: To All The Devils, Lusts, Passions, Greeds, Envies, Loves, Hates, Strange Desires, Enemies Ghostly And Real, The Army Of Memories, With Which I Do Battle — May They Never Give Me Peace. (new Year's Eve, 1947)

The Night Was A Time For Bestial Affinities, For Drawing Closer To Oneself.

And No Book, And Possibly No Painting, When It Is Finished, Is Ever Exactly Like The First Dream Of It.

I Prefer To Live In The Country Where It's Quiet. Woody Allen Movies There Are Dubbed Into Italian.

They Were Not Friends. They Didn't Know Each Other. It Struck Tom Like A Horrible Truth, True For All Time, True For The People He Had Known In The Past And For Those He Would Know In The Future: Each Had Stood And Would Stand Before Him, And He Would Know Time And Time Again That He Would Never Know Them, And The Worst Was That There Would Always Be The Illusion, For A Time, That He Did Know Them, And That He And They Were Completely In Harmony And Alike. For An Instant The Wordless Shock Of His Realization Seemed More Than He Could Bear.