I see journalists as the manual workers, the laborers of the word. Journalism can only be literature when it is passionate.

It's only women who are not really quite women at all, frivolous women who have no idea, who neglect repairs.

She says people ought to learn to live like them, with the body abandoned in a wilderness, and in the mind the memory of a single kiss, a single word, a single look to stand for a whole love.

I'm still there, watching those possessed children, as far away from the mystery now as I was then. I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.

I am dead. I have no desire for you. My body no longer wants the one who doesn’t love.

a writer is a foreign country

Fidelity, enforced and unto death, is the price you pay for the kind of love you never want to give up, for someone you want to hold forever, tighter and tighter, whether he's close or far away, someone who becomes dearer to you the more you've sacrificed for his sake.