I've tried very hard and I've never found any resemblance between the people I know and the people in my novels.
Houses are for private living, for friends, and for dogs.
I did not find him absurd. I saw he was kind, that he was on the verge of real love. I thought it would be nice for me to be in love with him, too.
I've read Proust and Stendhal. That keeps you in your place.
Whisky, gambling and Ferraris are better than housework.
There is no such thing as an ideal man. The ideal man is the man you love at the moment.