After forty years of marriage we still stood with broken swords in our hands.

Why do birds sing in the morning? It's the triumphant shout: 'We got through another night!'

After forty years of marriage we still stood with broken swords in our hands.

But I had been in love pretty often and I didn't think it stood the wear and tear.

The Press blew, the public stared, hands flew out like a million little fishes after bread.

From birth to death we are alone.

Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it's the answer to everything. ... It's the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it's a cactus.