I feel quite at home writing short stories but nervous and anxious when writing novels, as if the bad time of consecutive failures might arise again.

When I'm writing, I'm waiting to see somebody, and I'm waiting to hear them. It's almost like conjuring spirits out of the air, using your own imaginative instability.

The point is that although love may die, what is said on its behalf cannot be consumed by the passage of time, and forgiveness is everything.

Literature is not a sack race. There aren't real winners and losers in the Republic of Letters.

Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream.

When readers don't like the book, it's usually because they feel that romantic love is pass or somehow needs more irony.

Literature is not an instruction manual.