If all good, respectable people had one face, I'd spit in it.

Today I must be very careful, today I have left my armor at home.

All of a writer that matters is in the book or books. It is idiotic to be curious about the person.

You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world.

No past to make us sentimental, no future to embarrass us...a difficult moment when you are out of practice - a moment that makes you go cold, cold and wary.

Now at last I know why I was brought here and what I have to do.

A room? A nice room? A beautiful room? A beautiful room with bath? Swing high, swing low, swing to and fro...This happened and that happened... And then the days came and I was alone.