Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.

I’ve remained a virgin for you.

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.

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.

I would not have traded the delights of my suffering for anything in the world.

One had to live a long time to know a man's true nature.

and the two of them loved each other for a long time in silence without making love again.