We stay in the house so much because I am waiting for the telephone. I seem to be back in my teens, a period I thought I would never have to endure again: my life is spent hoping for things that only someone else can bring about.

Sooner or later, even the sharpest pain became flattened.

Bravest thing about people is how they go on loving mortal beings after finding out there's such a thing as dying.

...if you catalogue grudges, anything looks bad.

My decision to start a new one is just that, a decision, since I never get inspirations.

My family can always tell when I'm well into a novel because the meals get very crummy.

I forget a book as soon as I finish writing it, which is not always a good thing