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

For what are we looking for if not to please? I do not know if the desire to attract others comes from a superabundance of vitality, possessiveness, or the hidden, unspoken need to be reassured.

To jealousy, nothing is more frightful than laughter.

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.

It would be bad form for me to describe people I don't know and don't understand.

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.

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