Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment.

It's just like sex; when [a book is] finished, it's finished.

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

Your work should be an act of love, not a marriage of convenience.

Between a high, solid wall and an egg that breaks against it, I will always stand on the side of the egg.

Nature is actually unnatural

It was a small room with dim light coming in the window, reminiscent of old Polish films.