My literary success meant nothing to me.
Though I am a Catholic, a professing one, I have serious doubts about the survival of the human personality after death.
I am deeply convinced that happiness does not exist in this world.
It is a waste of money to help those who show no desire to help themselves.
I've always enjoyed poor health.
I have written two medical novels. I have never studied medicine, never seen an operation.
I wanted to acquire an education, work extremely hard and never deviate from my goal, to make it.
It is human nature to instinctively rebel at obscurity or ordinariness.
My dreams are all follies.
People are scared to death of dying. I am the opposite.