I am not a bibliophile but a humanophile: I look for rare human beings.

A thought falls like a ripe fruit from the tree of idleness.

At first, when an idea, a poem, or the desire to write takes hold of you, work is a pleasure, a delight, and your enthusiasm knows no bounds. But later on you work with difficulty, doggedly, desperately. For once you have committed yourself to a particular work, inspiration changes its form and becomes an obsession, like a love-affair… which haunts you night and day! Once at grips with a work, we must master it completely before we can recover our idleness.

In love there is no status quo.

Avoid that romantic trap: saying more than you feel, forcing yourself to feel more than you've said!

Being bilingual is like having a wife and a mistress. One can never be sure of either.

... anything difficult to say must be shouted from the rooftops.