Perhaps someone will have seen mine, the one I’m waiting for, just as I saw him, in a ditch when his hands were making their last appeal and his eyes no longer could see. Someone who will never know what that man was to me; someone whose name I’ll never know.

Men like women who write. Even though they don't say so. A writer is a foreign country.

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.

No other human being, no woman, no poem or music, book or painting can replace alcohol in its power to give man the illusion of real creation.

The thing that's between us is fascination, and the fascination resides in our being alike. Whether you're a man or a woman, the fascination resides in finding out that we're alike.

In a thousand years time this day will have existed for a thousand years to the day. And the ignorance of the whole world about what they've said today will have a date too.

It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.