happiness has always seemed to me a great achievement.

Usually I avoided college students, whom I considered brutal, wrapped up in themselves, particularly in their youth, in which they found material for drama or an excuse for their own boredom. I did not care for young people.

For me writing is a question of finding a certain rhythm. I compare it to the rhythms of jazz.

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

You should celebrate the end of a love affair as they celebrate death in New Orleans, with songs, laughter, dancing and a lot of wine.

There are moments when you feel trapped, ill at ease. A year later the same feeling can turn out to be the theme of a book.

Curiosity is the beginning of all wisdom.