old age is more bearable if it can be helped by an early acceptance of being loved and of loving.

One martini is just right. Two martinis are too many. Three martinis are never enough.

Salad is roughage and a French idea.

Children and old people and the parents in between should be able to live together, in order to learn how to die with grace, together. And I fear that this is purely utopian fantasy.

It is hard and perhaps impossible for many people to recognize the difference between innocence and naiveté.

In general, I think, human beings are happiest at table when they are very young, very much in love or very alone.

I wrote like a junkie. I had to have my daily fix.