I've always liked libraries. They're quiet and full of books and full of knowledge.

When I start to write, I don't have any plan at all. I just wait for the story to come.

Nothing so consumes a person as meaningless exertion

The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.

Why do I act like this, agreeing when I really disagree, letting people force me to do things I don't want to do?

There's not much you can do about time - it just keeps on passing. But experience? Don't tell me that. I'm not proud of it, but I don't have any sexual desire. And what sort of experience can a writer have if she doesn't feel passion? It'd be like a chef without an appetite.

The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground