Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.

It was the year they fell into devastating love. Neither one could do anything except think about the other, dream about the other, and wait for letters with the same impatience they felt when they answered them.

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.

One night a friend lent me a book of short stories by Franz Kafka. I went back to the pension where I was staying and began to read The Metamorphosis. The first line almost knocked me off the bed. I was so surprised. The first line reads, “As Gregor Samsa awoke that morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. . . .” When I read the line I thought to myself that I didn’t know anyone was allowed to write things like that. If I had known, I would have started writing a long time ago. So I immediately started writing short stories.

He shook my hand and said goodbye with a sentence that might have been either good advice or a threat: "Take good care of yourself.

The truth was that I could not manage my soul, and I was becoming aware of old age because of my weakness in the face of love.

Love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.