No subject is terrible if the story is true, if the prose is clean and honest, and if it affirms courage and grace under pressure.

How lazily the sun goes down in Granada, it hides beneath the water, it conceals in the Alhambra!

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.

This was a big storm and he might as well enjoy it. It was ruining everything, but you might as well enjoy it

Having books published is very destructive to writing. It is even worse than making love too much. Because when you make love too much at least you get a damned clarte that is like no other light. A very clear and hollow light.

The fun of talk is to explore, but much of it and all that is irresponsible should not be written. Once written you have to stand by it. You may have said it to see whether you believed it or not.

Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over.