Alive. Alive in the way that death is alive.

Adulthood is not an age, but a stage of knowledge of self.

Liking other people is an illusion we have to cherish in ourselves if we are to live in society.

I do not plan my fiction any more than I normally plan woodland walks; I follow the path that seems most promising at any given point, not some itinerary decided before entry.

Duty largely consists of pretending that the trivial is critical.

Wealth is a monster. It takes a month to learn to control it financially. And many years to learn to control it psychologically.

The absurdly neurotic role you and the rest of your kind have always attributed to me Erato, the Goddess Muse of Erotic Poetry bears no relation at all to reality. As a matter of fact, I was trained as a clinical psychologist. Who simply happens to have specialized in the mental illness that you, in your ignorance, call literature.