She would say, "Someone should invent something to do with things you cannot use anymore but that you still cannot throw out.

Everything that goes into my mouth seems to make me fat, everything that comes out of my mouth embarrasses me.

The truth is that I know very few novelists who have been satisfied with the adaptation of their books for the screen.

Her laugh was sad and taciturn, seemingly detached from any feeling of the moment, like something she kept in the cupboard and took out only when she had to, using it with no feeling of ownership, as if the infrequency of her smiles had made her forget the normal way to use them.

...The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.

He said that love was an emotion contra natura that condemned two strangers to a base and unhealthy dependence, and the more intense it was, the more ephemeral.

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