I write fast, because I have not the brains to write slow.
Trotsky rises to give me his hand, then sits at his desk, gently allowing his regard to light on my person.
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.
For 30 years I have tried to make it understood that there are no criminals.
I adore life but I dont fear death. I just prefer to die as late as possible.
A novelist is a man who doesn't like his mother.