Travel is seeking the lost paradise. It is the supreme illusion of love.
Had I not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in other peopleโs.
[in the]..curious way that my idealism has been mixed with my fatalism, so that I can possess the soul of a dreamer and that of a cynic at the same time......I possess a power of magic...[to] destroy the balance of a well-designed destiny with my diabolical mind.
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
Iโm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.
Writers do not live one life, they live two. There is the living and then there is the writing. There is the second tasting, the delayed reaction.