“My life is nothing but room for you. I said. It could never be filled by anyone but you.”

I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone.

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.

There are too many of us and we are all too far apart.

Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?

Many people need desperately to receive this message: ‘I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.

I can have oodles of charm when I want to.

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way.

Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, It might have been.

One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.

I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all.

All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist.

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

You were sick, but now you’re well again, and there’s work to do.

Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.

Ting-a-ling mother fucker.

All right – I’ll tell you what you did for me: you went for happy, silly, beautiful walks with me.

Live to the point of tears.

The thing that matters is not what you bear, but how you bear it.

I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.

Be where you are; otherwise you will miss your life.

Those who do not weep, do not see.

One story sounds good until another is told.

To sell your soul is the easiest thing in the world. That’s what everybody does every hour of his life. If I asked you to keep your soul – would you understand why that’s much harder?

We were not created for death, but for life in abundance: eternal life.