Our desires have a way of getting bigger with our incomes.

Dear, dear, the miniature world of the family! All the emotions of mankind seem to find a place in it.

What concerns anyone so much as the time he has to live?

[On writing:] What a difficult kind of work to choose! But of course one did not choose it. There was no choice.

At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished.

We do not discuss the members of our family to their faces.

There isn't much to say. I haven't been at all deedy.