I have never kept diaries. I just remember a lot and am more self-centered than most people.

He was evidently the sort of person who posed questions that were traps for you to fall into.

If I decided to send this to you, where would I send it? When I think of writing the whole address on the envelope I am paralyzed. It's too painful to think of you in the same place with your life going on in the same way, minus me. And to think of you not there, you somewhere else but I don't know where that is, is worse.

I read a book called The Art of Loving. A lot of things seemed clear while I was reading it but afterwards I went back to being more or less the same.

people who believe in miracles do not make much fuss when they actually encounter one

In my own work, I tend to cover a lot of time and to jump back and forward in time, and sometimes the way I do this is not very straightforward.

Lovers. Not a soft word, as people thought, but cruel and tearing.