Ordinary imperfect people, always choose similarly imperfect people as friends.

Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world? Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life, and it'd lose even its imperfection.

Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment.

I lost some of my friends because I got so famous, people who just assumed that I would be different now. I felt like everyone hated me. That is the most unhappy time of my life.

When people tell a lie about something, they have to make up a bunch of lies to go with the first one. ‘Mythomania’ is the word for it.

Original manuscripts are private information. Like personal letters, there are parts I don't want other people to see.