For this was the round of love: fear which leads on desire, tenderness and fury, and that brutal anguish which triumphantly follows pleasure.

The one thing I regret is that I will never have time to read all the books I want to read.

The happiness of people who are in love and who are loved shows in their faces. They have an expression that's at once very far away and very much part of the present.

If you treat life well, life is usually good to you. And I love life. There's a long-standing affair between us.

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

When you make a decision to write according to a set schedule and really stick to it, you find yourself writing very fast. At least I do.

We are torn between the craving to know and the despair of having known.