I still believe in stories. I still forget myself when I am in the middle of a good book. Books are for me, it must be said, the most important thing.

The hours between eight in the evening and one or two in the morning have always been my magic hours. Against the blue candlewick bedspread the white pages of my open book, illuminated by a circle of lamplight, were the gateway to another world.

Reading can be dangerous.

One gets so used to one's own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.

Without the past to cast its long shadow, might you see the future more clearly?

I am human. Like all humans, I do not remember my birth. By the time we wake up to ourselves, we are little children, and our advent is something that happened an eternity ago, at the beginning of time. We live like latecomers to the theater; we must catch up as best we can, divining the begging from the shape of later events. - Vida Winter

People whose lives are not balanced by a healthy love of money suffer from an appalling obsession with personal integrity.