The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.

There is always something left to love.

Morality, too, is a question of time.

And both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday & eternal reality was love.

I never had intimate friends, and the few who came close are in New York. By which I mean they're dead, because that's where I suppose condemned souls go in order not to endure the truth of their past lives.

Tricks you need to transform something which appears fantastic, unbelievable into something plausible, credible, those I learned from journalism. The key is to tell it straight. It is done by reporters and by country folk.

He who awaits much can expect little.