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

Art must take reality by surprise. It takes those moments which are for us merely a moment, plus a moment, plus another moment, and arbitrarily transforms them into a special series of moments held together by a major emotion.

The happiness of others is never bearable for very long.

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.

No one ever has time to examine himself honestly, and most people look no further than their neighbors' eyes, in which they may see their own reflection.

Whisky, gambling and Ferraris are better than housework.

At night, time becomes a calm sea. It goes on for ever.