It is no loss to mankind when one writer decides to call it a day. When a tree falls in the forest, who cares but the monkeys?

I know you can dream your way through an otherwise fine life, and never wake up, which is what I almost did.

If you lose all hope, you can always find it again.

Possibly in the lobby she saw someone who reminded her too much of herself (that can happen to inexperienced travelers). Or worse. That no one there reminded her of anyone she ever knew.

We are past the end of things now, but I don't want to leave.

For writers - even sportswriters - bad news is always easier than good, since it is, after all, more familiar.

We do not, after all, deal in truths, only potentialities. Too much truth can be worse than death, and last longer.

The saved moment is the true art of love.

You know I'm not a man with whom you can have inconsequential conversations. I cannot split myself into two, one your friend and the other the king's servant.

If I had to write a book on morality, it would have a hundred pages and ninety-nine would be blank. On the last page I should write: "I recognize only one duty, and that is to love.

I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end.

I don't know if my work is a concerted effort to make kids sad!

My mother died of lung cancer last year. I felt helpless. As an economist, I thought, What can I do?

I don't really follow market research. In the end, I respond to my own instincts.

Conventional wisdom tells us we'll only be happier after a divorce if the marriage itself was a war zone.

All lovely things will have an ending, all lovely things will fade and die; and youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.

Our salvation never comes in the form we would have chosen.

Everything begins in thought and the reality is only our interpretation of the situation.