If you don't have imagination you're lost. But it's a virtue that's becoming increasingly rare, especially in its higher form: spontaneity. Mad, happy spontaneity.

Love lasts about seven years. That's how long it takes for the cells of the body to totally replace themselves.

Art must take reality by surprise. It takes those moments which are for us merely a moment, plus a moment, plus another moment, and arbitrarily transforms them into a special series of moments held together by a major emotion.

There is no such thing as an ideal man. The ideal man is the man you love at the moment.

I found myself both touched and irritated by the discovery that she was vulnerable.

Looking for pleasure is the best way to ensure you won't find it.

It seems to me that there are two kinds of trickery: the "fronts" people assume before one another's eyes, and the "front" a writer puts on the face of reality.