Whisky, gambling and Ferraris are better than housework.

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.

After Proust, there are certain things that simply cannot be done again. He marks off for you the boundaries of your talent.

I was thinking that I should be content to kiss him until the break of day. Bertrand ran out of kisses too soon; desire made them superfluous in his eyes. They were only a stage on the road to pleasure, not something inexhaustible and self-sufficient, as Luc had revealed them to me.

Jazz music is an intensified feeling of nonchalance.

There is no such thing as an ideal man. The ideal man is the man you love at the moment.

I recognize limitations in the sense that I've read Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky and Shakespeare . . . Aside from that I don't think of limiting myself.