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I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen.

My dreams are the problems of the day stepped up to absurdity, a little like men dancing, wearing the horns and masks of animals.

It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.

No one wants advice, only corroboration.

What a frightening thing is the human, a mass of gauges and dials and registers, and we can read only a few and those perhaps not accurately.

No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself.

People who are most afraid of their dreams convince themselves they don't dream at all.

When two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you got two new people. Maybe that means — hell, it's complicated.