The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.

There had never been a death so foretold.

When I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, I reach my end, for artless I surrendered to one who is my undoing and my end.

One can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the sorrow with each, and not betray any of them.

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

A famous writer who wants to continue writing has to be constantly defending himself against fame.

When I wake up," he said, "remind me that I'm going to marry her.