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.

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

No one is more conventional than a woman who is falling out of love.

I've read Proust and Stendhal. That keeps you in your place.

After Proust, there are certain things that simply cannot be done again. He marks off for you the boundaries of your talent.

Love is worth whatever it costs.

Marriage? It's like asparagus eaten with vinaigrette or hollandaise, a matter of taste but of no importance.