Trotsky rises to give me his hand, then sits at his desk, gently allowing his regard to light on my person.

I adore life but I dont fear death. I just prefer to die as late as possible.

I write fast, because I have not the brains to write slow.

It was night and I could see a large and calm lake, reflecting the moon. Black mountains rose around it. I arrived from between two of these mountains, I looked at the lake and the moon, and that was it, nothing else happened.

I have made love to ten thousand women.

For 30 years I have tried to make it understood that there are no criminals.

We live in a time when writers do not always have barriers around them