He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.

Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure only death can stop it.

Switzerland is a small, steep country, much more up and down than sideways, and is all stuck over with large brown hotels built on the cuckoo clock style of architecture.

It's harder to write in the third person but the advantage is you move around better.

No; that doesn't interest me.' 'That's because you never read a book about it.

He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.

My,' she said. 'We're lucky that you found the place.' We're always lucky,' I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood. There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too.