Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.

When he went through the kitchen he kissed Rebeca on the forehead. "Get those bad thoughts out of your head," he told her. "You're going to be happy.

It was, at last, real life, with my heart safe and condemned to die of happy love in the joyful agony of any day after my hundredth birthday.

Curiosity is one of the many masks of love.

As a writer I'm merely a journalist who has learned to write better than others.

I don't have a method. All I do is read a lot, think a lot, and rewrite constantly. It's not a scientific thing.

He who awaits much can expect little.