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

I've forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I've forgotten them, and now I'm talking to you without them.

Alcohol is barren. The words a man speaks in the night of drunkenness fade like the darkness itself at the coming of day.

When you wept it was just over yourself and not because of the marvelous impossibility of reaching her through the difference that separates you.

What stops you killing yourself when you're intoxicated out of your mind is the thought that once you're dead you won't be able to drink any more.

The house a woman creates is a Utopia. She can't help it - can't help trying to interest her nearest and dearest not in happiness itself but in the search for it.

You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.