I felt very lonely when they were all there.

This was the price you paid for sleeping together. This was the end of the trap. This was what people got for loving each other.

Never delay kissing a pretty girl or opening a bottle of whiskey

What difference does it make if you live in a picturesque little outhouse surrounded by 300 feeble minded goats and your faithful dog? The question is: Can you write?

Switzerland is a small, steep country, much more up and down than sideways, and is all stuck over with large brown hotels built on the cuckoo clock style of architecture.

The first draft of anything is sh*t.

For a true writer each book should be a new beginning where he tries again for something that is beyond attainment. He should always try for something that has never been done or that others have tried and failed. Then sometimes, with great luck, he will succeed.