Paradise Does Not Exist, But

There Is Nothing Like Literature: I Lose A Cow, I Write About Her Death, And My Writing Pays Me Enough To Buy Another Cow.

The Horse Is The Only Animal Into Which One Can Bang Nails.

Our Dream Dashes Itself Against The Great Mystery Like A Wasp Against A Window Pane. Less Merciful Than Man, God Never Opens The Window.

Do Not Ask Me To Be Kind; Just Ask Me To Act As Though I Were.

The Only Man Who Is Really Free Is The One Who Can Turn Down An Invitation To Dinner Without Giving An Excuse.