She seemed to belong to that pagan, primitive kingdom of birds and forests where everything was infinitely abundant, wild, blooming, and royal in its perpetual decay, death, and rebirth; illicit and clashing with the human world.

You don't die in the United States, you underachieve.

My choice of a life of adventure may well have been a result of the fact that action raised my blood pressure giving me enough energy to live.

Gatherings and, simultaneously, loneliness are the conditions of a writer's life.

The things I write are for those who are willing to accept a new relationship between the reader and the author.

The popular culture says . . . Do what you do, your life is predestined, like the installment plan on your house. There's not much you can do about it. Make your payments, live it, get sick, die, don't make any trouble. It is the Master Charge of destiny. Try to get your high credit rating.

I am going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call it Eternity