“Do they come to bury the others or to be entombed to give life or to receive it?”

“But what a feeling can come over a man just from seeing the things he believes in and hopes for symbolized in the concrete form of a man. In something that gives a focus to all the other things he knows to be real. Something that makes unseen things manifest and allows him to come to his hopes and dreams through his outer eye and through the touch and feel of his natural hand.”

“Good fiction is made of that which is real, and reality is difficult to come by.”

“We look too much to museums. The sun coming up in the morning is enough.”

“So why do I write, torturing myself to put it down? Because in spite of myself I've learned some things. Without the possibility of action, all knowledge comes to one labeled "file and forget," and I can neither file nor forget. Nor will certain ideas forget me; they keep filing away at my lethargy, my complacency. Why should I be the one to dream this nightmare?”

“And I knew that it was better to live out one's absurdity than to die for that of others.”

“I knew that it was better to live out one’s own absurdity than to die for that of others.”