Time was not passing...it was turning in a circle.

The world is divided into those who screw and those who do not. He distrusted those who did not—when they strayed form the straight and narrow it was something so unusual for them that they bragged about love as if they had just invented it.

When I sit down to write, which is the essential moment in my life, I am completely alone. Whenever I write a book, I accumulate a lot of documentation. That background material is the most intimate part of my private life. It's a little embarrassing - like being seen in your underwear It's like the way magicians never tell others how they make a dove come out of a hat.

Both looked back then on the wild revelry...and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude.

An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.

One could be happy not only without love, but despite it.

No matter what you do this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever.