I have made love to ten thousand women.

It just happened. As though a moment comes when it's both necessary and natural to make a decision that has long since been made.

One of them, for example, which will probably haunt me more than any other is the problem of communication.

And Boucard desisted, probably because like everyone else he was deeply impressed by this man who had laid all ghosts, who had lost all shadows, and who stared you in the eyes with cold serenity.

We are all potentially characters in a novel--with the difference that characters in a novel really get to live their lives to the full.

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

If each one of us could make just one other happy, the whole world would know happiness.