The greatest writers of this age... are aware of the mystery of our existence.

There are plenty of clever young writers. But there is too much genius, not enough talent.

The greatest mystery of existence is existence itself.

The more we elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate.

There was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I am old, there is no respect for age, I missed it coming and going.

Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.