Writing and travel broaden your ass if not your mind and I like to write standing up.

Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.

I have a rotten habit of picturing the bedroom scenes of my friends.

Though there is one part of writing that is solid and you do it no harm by talking about it, the other is fragile, and if you talk about it, the structure cracks and you have nothing.

Cowards die a thousand deaths, but the brave only die once.

And another thing. Don’t ever kid yourself about loving some one. It is just that most people are not lucky enough ever to have it. You never had it before and now you have it. What you have with Maria, whether it lasts just through today and a part of tomorrow, or whether it lasts for a long life is the most important thing that can happen to a human being. There will always be people who say it does not exist because they cannot have it. But I tell you it is true and that you have it and that you are lucky even if you die tomorrow.

My big fish must be somewhere.