Writing is just having a sheet of paper, a pen and not a shadow of an idea of what you are going to say.

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.

One can never speak enough of the virtues, the dangers, the power of shared laughter.

One partner is always more in love than the other.

Passion is the salt of life, and that at the times when we are under its spell this salt is indispensable to us, even if we have got along very well without it before.

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.

I always believe things are going to work out.