Raids are slightly constipating.

without fiction, either life would be insufficient or the winds from the north would blow too cold.

Art is one thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting.

every short story is an experiment - what one must ask is not only, did it come off, but was it, as an experiment, worth making?

On the subject of dress almost no one, for one or another reason, feels truly indifferent: if their own clothes do not concern them, somebody else's do.

Intimacies between women often go backwards, beginning in revelations and ending in small talk.

Reason can never reconcile one to life: nothing allays the wants one cannot explain.