In London, the weather would affect me negatively. I react strongly to light. If it is cloudy and raining, there are clouds and rain in my soul.

All my father saw was what he wanted to see.

Going around under an umbrella interferes with one's looking up at the sky.

Travel gives me the opportunity to walk through the sectors of cities where one can clearly see the passage of time.

[Nabokov's] language is made visible . . . like a veil or transparent curtain. You cannot help seeing the curtain as you peek into the intimate rooms behind.

I am curious about grownups, not children.

I collect human relationships very much the way others collect fine art.