No one, but no one, ever behaves 'well' in bed unless they love or are loved - two conditions seldom fulfilled.

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.

Writing is just having a sheet of paper, a pen and not a shadow of an idea of what you are going to say.

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.

A love affair based on jealousy is doomed from the start ... It is certanly a sign of love, but it's a sign that it's already dying.

I like men to behave like men. I like them strong and childish.

Nothing brings on jealousy like laughter.