Going to another country doesn’t make any difference. I’ve tried all that. You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that.

And you'll always love me won't you? Yes And the rain won't make any difference? No

I'm always reading books-as many as there are. I ration myself on them so that I'll always be in supply.

There are worse places to be than on your own.

Why did they make birds so delicate and fine as those sea swallows when the ocean can be so cruel?

They can't yank a novelist like they can a pitcher. A novelist has to go the full nine, even if it kills him.

Because we would not wear any clothes because it was so hot and the windows open and the swallows flying over the roofs of the houses and when it was dark afterward and you went to the window very small bats hunting over the houses and close down over the trees and we would drink capri and the door locked and it hot and only a sheet and the whole night and we would both love each other all night in the hot night in Milan. That was how it ought to be.