It was the last that remained of a past whose annihilation had not taken place because it was still in a process of annihilation, consuming itself from within, ending at every moment but never ending its ending.

If you're going to be a writer you have to be one of the great ones... After all, there are better ways to starve to death.

His place was always set at the table, in case he rturned from the dead without warning .

Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her.

Unfortunately many young writers are more concerned with fame than with their own work... It's much more important to write than to be written about.

...they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people they kept on blooming like children and playing together like dogs.

nothing in this world was more difficult than love.