I think you write only out of a great trouble. A trouble of excitement, a trouble of enlargement, a trouble of displacement in yourself.

Anybody who's against birth control and abortion has to be a criminal idiot.

I think you write only out of a great trouble. A trouble of excitement, a trouble of enlargement, a trouble of displacement in yourself.

Obviously, if you don't love life, you can't enjoy an oyster.

How smartly September comes in, like a racing gig, all style, no confusion.

It is like a party all the time; nobody has to worry about giving one or being invited; it is going on every day in the street and you can go down or be part of it from your window.

Even the stupidest cat seems to know more than any dog.