One must talk. That's how it is. One must.

Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we've ever met.

When it's in a book I don't think it'll hurt any more ...exist any more. One of the things writing does is wipe things out. Replace them.

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

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

The solitude of writing is a solitude without which writing could not be produced, or would crumble, drained bloodless by the search for something else to write.

What she said was always strange. It had happened long ago. It seemed insignificant. And yet it was something you remembered forever. The words as well as the story. The voice as much as the words.