He's a collector. That's the great dead thing in him. - John Fowles

He knew the world and its absurdities as only an intelligent Irishman can; which is to say that where his knowledge or memory failed him, his imagination was always ready to fill the gap.

Narcissism: when one grows too old to believe in one's uniqueness, one falls in love with one's complexity.

It was not the mask I was afraid of...but of what lay behind the mask. The eternal source of all fear, all horror, all real evil, man himself