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

You ought to be ironical the minute you get out of bed. You ought to wake up with your mouth full of pity.

I believe that basically you write for two people; yourself to try to make it absolutely perfect; or if not that then wonderful. Then you write for who you love whether she can read or write or not and whether she is alive or dead.

We wait always for something that does not come.

You know you’re writing well when you're throwing good stuff into the wastebasket.

When you have a child, the world has a hostage.

Remember everything is right until it's wrong. You'll know when it's wrong.