There Is Something Indecent In Words .

When You Dream, You Are An Author, But You Do Not Know How It Will End.

The Whole Problem Of Life, Then, Is This: How To Break Out Of One's Own Loneliness, How To Communicate With Others.

Literature Is A Defense Against The Attacks Of Life. It Says To Life: You Can't Deceive Me. I Know Your Habits, Foresee And Enjoy Watching All Your Reactions, And Steal Your Secret By Involving You In Cunning Obstructions That Halt Your Normal Flow.

The Closing Years Of Life Are Like The End Of A Masquerade Party, When The Masks Are Dropped.

We Care So Little Of Other People Than Even Christianity Urges Us To Do Good For The Love Of God.