Journalism encourages haste ... and haste is the enemy of art.

You said, 'I love you.' Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear?

People do go back, but they don't survive, because two realities are claiming them at the same time. Such things are too much. You can salt your heart, or kill your heart, or you can choose between the two realities. There is much pain here. Some people think you can have your cake and eat it. The cake goes mouldy and they choke on what's left. Going back after a long time will make you mad, because the people you left behind do not like to think of you changed, will treat you as they always did, accuse you of being indifferent, when you are only different.

To create was a fundament, to appreciate, a supplement.

It's hard to remember that this day will never come again. That the time is now and the place is here and that there are no second chances at a single moment.

My characters are always on the outside; the spotlight's not on them. But they do get somewhere.

To kiss well one must kiss solely. No groping hands or stammering hearts. The lips and the lips alone are the pleasure. Passion is sweeter split strand by strand. Divided and re-divided like mercury then gathered up only at the last moment.