Love lasts about seven years. That's how long it takes for the cells of the body to totally replace themselves.

When man, Apollo man, rockets into space, it isn't in order to find his brother, I'm quite sure of that. It's to confirm that he hasn't any brothers.

If you treat life well, life is usually good to you. And I love life. There's a long-standing affair between us.

One partner is always more in love than the other.

Curiosity is the beginning of all wisdom.

There are moments when you feel trapped, ill at ease. A year later the same feeling can turn out to be the theme of a book.

My love of pleasure seems to be the only consistent side of my character. Is it because I have not read enough?