A fantasy can be equivalent to a paradise and if the fantasy passes, better yet, because eternal paradise would be very boring.

Some of my affectionate envious friends say, "You write too much." Maybe, I answer. But as long as the best of your little is worse than the worst of my much, I will keep on doing so.

Rodin picks a mushroom delighted, and shows it to Madame Rodin... "Look," he says excitedly, "and that takes but a single night! In one night all these are made, all these lamellas. That is good work."

I do not cut my life up into days but my days into lives, each day, each hour, an entire life.

My only two weapons: time and silence.

If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.

Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.