“Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.”

“Time softens all griefs, they say, and it is useless to dwell on lives that might have been. We are granted only one life, and one is enough. Whom do such regrets profit? What do they achieve, except to bring us unhappiness?”

“The trouble with my generation is that we all think we're fucking geniuses. Making something isn't good enough for us, and neither is selling something, or teaching something, or even just doing something; we have to be something.”

“And it is, after all, as good a way as any of solving the problem of existence to get near enough to the things and people that have appeared to us beautiful and mysterious from a distance to be able to satisfy ourselves that they have neither mystery nor beauty.”

“Is a lifetime long enough to hold the regret that I have for that fantastically aborted but crazily sweet love affair?”

“I have enough trouble with useful information, never mind being burdened with what is useless.”