A wine shop was open and I went in for some coffee. It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses.

And who understands? Not me, because if I did I would forgive it all.

Ezra was right half the time, and when he was wrong, he was so wrong you were never in any doubt about it.

I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, "Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.

You have it now and that is all your whole life is; now. There is nothing else than now. There is neither yesterday, certainly, nor is there any tomorrow.

My big fish must be somewhere.

All good books have one thing in common - they are truer than if they had really happened.