“I see that I’ve become a really bad correspondent. It’s not that I don’t think of you. You come into my thoughts often. But when you do it appears to me that I owe you a particularly grand letter. And so you end in the “warehouse of good intentions”: “Can’t do it now.” “Then put it on hold.” This is one’s strategy for coping with old age, and with death–because one can’t die with so many obligations in storage. Our clever species, so fertile and resourceful in denying its weaknesses.”

“There is no limit to the amount of intelligence invested in ignorance when the need for illusion runs deep.”

“You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.”

“The old continued to have one resurgence of foolishness after another, until the organism gave out altogether.”

“A man may say, “From now on I’m going to speak the truth.” But the truth hears him and runs away and hides before he’s even done speaking.”

“It’s usually the selfish people who are loved the most. They do what you deny yourself, and you love them for it. You give them your heart.”