I've tried very hard and I've never found any resemblance between the people I know and the people in my novels.

A dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to take it off of you.

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.

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.

I've often found myself preferring second-rate people to supposedly superior people, simply and solely because of their uncontrollable tendency to bang themselves against the sides of life's vast lampshade like fireflies or moths.

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

Every little girl knows about love. It is only her capacity to suffer because of it that increases.