As soon as I observed myself from outside myself, I recognized and understood that I had a long-standing habit of keeping an eye on myself. That's how I managed to pull myself together, over the years, checking myself from the outside.

I need the pain of loneliness to make my imagination work.

For if a lover's face survives emblazoned on your heart, the world is still your home.

A writer in someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him, and the world that makes him who he is.

After all, isn't the purpose of the novel, or of a museum, for that matter, to relate our memories with such sincerity as to transform individual happiness into a happiness all can share?

Mankind's greatest error, the biggest deception of the past thousand years is this: to confuse poverty with stupidity.

I have hired a bodyguard, on the recommendation of my friends and the government. It's outrageous, having to live like this.