Writing is the most solitary of arts.

Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart.

Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another's skin, another's voice, another's soul.

I never change, I simply become more myself.

How lovely this world is, really: one simply has to look.

Our enemy is by tradition our savior, in preventing us from superficiality.

Read widely, and without apology. Read what you want to read, not what someone tells you you should read.

Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.

Keep a light, hopeful heart. But ­expect the worst.

See, people come into your life for a reason. They might not know it themselves, why. You might not know it. But there's a reason. There has to be

Be your own editor/critic. Sympathetic but merciless!

The coffee is not strong enough to keep me awake.

Doesn't it always boil down to pain?

After about 15 minutes, you feel that you're winning them over.

You gotta be crazy to open your windows, invite the demons in.

The wise are known by their actions; fame and immortality are ever their attendants.

Between these two, the denying of sins, which we have done, and the bragging of sins, which we have not done, what a space, what a compass is there, for millions of millions of sins!

You cannot define electricity. The same can be said of art. It is a kind of inner current in a human being, or something which needs no definition.

My father was working on his Ph.D. on Danish choral music - the Danish choral music of Carl Nielsen - so over there to do research.

People who plead with you for favours May eventually prove to be great flatterers. Your friends are only those Who all the time cheerfully support Your heart's aspiration-flames.

As long as there are postmen, life will have zest.