There are places in my heart...where no living soul...has...or can ever...trespass.

One is and is not in the centre of the maelstrom of it all.

There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened.

All that happens is that the destruction of human beings - unless they're Americans - is called collateral damage.

The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.

Language in art remains a highly ambiguous transaction, a quicksand, a trampoline, a frozen pool which might give way under you ... at any time.

Good writing excites me, and makes life worth living.

I don't think there's been any writer like Samuel Beckett. He's unique. He was a most charming man and I used to send him my plays.

I never think of myself as wise. I think of myself as possessing a critical intelligence which I intend to allow to operate.

Don't forget the earth's about five thousand million years old, at least. Who can afford to live in the past?

This particular nurse said, Cancer cells are those which have forgotten how to die. I was so struck by this statement.

I feel you not only on Valentine’s day but with every breath of everyday.

Let me tell you something: you can not write good fiction about ideas. You can only write good fiction about people.

Harmony is produced in ministry when everyone seeks to be a servant.

Love overcomes hate. Love has no color. Love has no orientation. All is love.

Sometimes we get so afraid of hitting bad shots (making bad pitches), we don't let ourselves hit (pitch) good ones.

Basically, particularly in Britain, it's a hegemonic thing that people who write tend to come from the leisure classes. They can afford the time and the books.

With the black and white films, one was concerned with tone... You had to make sure that the tone of your dress was not the same tone as the curtains, for instance.

Laziness is a programmers main virtue.

I'm just like every other girl who likes to shop, likes to look good, likes to spend time with friends.

What matters to us, the judgment of men? What have we to doubt, since we are pure before life?