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

Houses are for private living, for friends, and for dogs.

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

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.

The questions I would have liked to ask people were: ‘Are you in love? What are you reading?

It seems to me that there are two kinds of trickery: the "fronts" people assume before one another's eyes, and the "front" a writer puts on the face of reality.

One partner is always more in love than the other.