Court, in our society, is often the last resort of stubbornness.

Most sex doesn't really bring people together. You have to reach a certain level of connection, I think, and that's pretty rare.

Friends love misery, in fact. Sometimes, especially if we are too lucky or too successful or too pretty, our misery is the only thing that endears us to our friends.

Betrayal betrays the betrayer.

[Henry Miller] was such a scribomaniac that even when he lived in the same house as Lawrence Durrell they often exchanged letters. For most of his life, Henry wrote literally dozens of letters a day to people he could have easily engaged in conversation - and did. The writing process, in short, was essential. As it is to all real writers, writing was life and breath to him. He put out words as a tree puts out leaves.

Whenever I go anywhere but Italy for a vacation, I always feel vaguely disappointed, as if I have made a mistake.

I write lustily and humorously. It isn't calculated; it's the way I think. I've invented a writing style that expresses who I am.