I know this much: that there is objective time, but also subjective time, the kind you wear on the inside of your wrist, next to where the pulse lies. And this personal time, which is the true time, is measured in your relationship to memory.

As I've explained to my wife many times, you have to kill your wife or mistress to get on the front page of the papers.

Had my life increased, or merely added to itself? There had been addition and subtraction in my life, but how much multiplication?

Love is just a system for getting someone to call you darling after sex.

History is the lies of the victors.

All bad things are exaggerated in the middle of the night. When you lie awake, you only think of bad things.

Yes, of course we were pretentious -- what else is youth for?