This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.

He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.

If men gave birth, they'd be less inconsiderate.

One could be happy not only without love, but despite it.

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.

Hate and love are reciprocal passions.

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