One partner is always more in love than the other.

There is a certain age when a woman must be beautiful to be loved, and then there comes a time when she must be loved to be beautiful.

No one talks about money more than people who have too much of it.

What you call types of mind are only mental ages.

A Strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow. The idea of sorrow has always appealed to me but now I am almost ashamed of it's complete egoism. I have known boredom, regret, and occasionally remorse, but never sorrow. Today it envelops me like a silken web, enervating and soft, and sets me apart from everybody else.

Writing is a question of finding a certain rhythm. I compare it to the rhythms of jazz. Much of the time life is a sort of rhythmic progression of three characters. If one tells oneself that life is like that, one feels it less arbitrary.

I've tried very hard and I've never found any resemblance between the people I know and the people in my novels.