I was impressed for the ten thousandth time by the fact that literature illuminates life only for those to whom books are a necessity. Books are unconvertible assets, to be passed on only to those who possess them already.
Self-love seems so often unrequited.
[T]here is no greater sign of innate misery than a love of teasing.
I get a warm feeling among my books.
Books do furnish a room.
The whole idea of interviews is in itself absurd - one cannot answer deep questions about what one's life was like - one writes novels about it.