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.

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

Nothing brings on jealousy like laughter.

All my life, I will continue obstinately to write about love, solitude and passion among the kind of people I know. The rest don't interest me.

I have loved to the point of madness; That which is called madness, That which to me, Is the only sensible way to love.

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.

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