My Father Read 'the New York Times,'

We Buy Things. We Wear Them Or Put Them On Our Walls, Or Sit On Them, But Anyone Who Wants To Can Take Them Away From Us. Or Break Them. ... Long After He's Dead, Someone Else Will Own Those Stupid Little Boxes, And Then Someone After Him, Just As Someone Owned Them Before He Did. But No One Ever Thinks Of That: Objects Survive Us And Go On Living. It's Stupid To Believe We Own Them. And It's Sinful For Them To Be So Important.

I Never Know What's Going To Happen In A Novel. I Don't Have A Plan Or An Outline.

This Is A Fallen World. People Lie, The Truth Gets Distorted, And That's The Way It Is. What's For Dinner ?

I Don't Go To The Movies Because I Don't Like Films.

I Do Not Take Any Pleasure Whatsoever In Being A Famous Person.