Sometimes I write with a particular person in mind. I think it's fair to say that I write for a perceptive reader. You have to get it. If you don't get it the first time you may not understand. If you like repetition, analysis, explanation, you probably won't like my books.

Life is weather. Life is meals.

Now they are lovers. The first, wild courses are ended. They have founded their domain. A satanic happiness follows.

One alters the past to form the future but there is a real significance to the pattern which finally appears, which resists all further change.

I'd say the biggest relationship is the repetition of certain themes. I don't want to say "topics," but certain points of interest.

But knowledge does not protect one. Life is contemptuous of knowledge; it forces it to sit in the anterooms, to wait outside. Passion, energy, lies: these are what life admires. Still, anything can be endured if all humanity is watching. The martyrs prove it. We live in the attention of others. We turn to it as flowers to the sun.

Women fall in love when they get to know you. Men are just the opposite. When they finally know you they're ready to leave