How did you go bankrupt?" Two ways. Gradually, then suddenly.

Up the road, in his shack, the old man was sleeping again. He was still sleeping on his face and the boy was sitting by him watching him. The old man was dreaming about the lions.

And this was the price you paid for sleeping together.

I don't like to write like God. It is only because you never do it, though, that the critics think you can't do it.

Got tight on absinthe last night. Did knife tricks.

If a writer stops observing he is finished. Experience is communicated by small details intimately observed.

Never fall in love?" "Always," said the count. "I am always in love.