In love there are no vacations. No such thing. Love has to be lived fully with its boredom and all that.

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.

Frigidity is desire imagined by a woman who doesnt desire the man offering himself to her. Its the desire of a woman for a man who hasnt yet come to her, whom she doesnt yet know. Shes faithful to this stranger even before she belongs to him. Frigidity is the non-desire for whatever is not him.

All that remains of that minute is time in all its purity, bone-white time.

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

Get rid of things or you'll spend your whole life tidying up.

In a certain state of mind, all trace of feeling is banished. Whenever I remain silent in a certain way, I don't love you, have you noticed that?