Fiction is a web of lies that attempts to entangle the truth. And autobiography may well be the reverse: data tricked up and rearranged to invent a fictive self.

The writer gleans wind scraps; he listens wherever he can. Each day is full of instances; what counts, as with all stimuli, is the sympathetic response.

If only they would not look at one so-What great misery can be in two such small spots, no bigger than a man's thumb-in their eyes!

Progress is much more better than perfect.

After love, no one is what they were before.

She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words,just large enough for her and Farid to pass through.

The dog is in Portugal and the city of London is safe.

Fiction that adds up, that suggests a "logical consistency," or an explanation of some kind, is surely second-rate fiction; for the truth of life is its mystery.

Ybon was the one who suggested calling the wait something else. Yeah, like what? Maybe, she said, you could call it life.

It's America calling the shots in everything

Given a choice between two bald political candidates, the American people will vote for the less bald of the two.

I will announce some of the tombs I found next to the great pyramid of Khufu. One is an intact tomb that I have not opened yet.