Dusk was falling quickly. It was just after 7 P.M., and the month was October.

I didn't hang around films. I don't know if I'd ever seen Hitchcock's The Lady Vanishes.

If people have bought something of mine, they know by now that I will decline writing it for the movies

One situation – maybe one alone – could drive me to murder: family life, togetherness.

In view of the fact that I surround myself with numbskulls now, I shall die among numbskulls, and on my deathbed shall be surrounded by numbskulls who will not understand what I am saying ... Whom am I sleeping with these days ? Franz Kafka.

Perhaps it was freedom itself that choked her.

But there were too many points at which the other self could invade the self he wanted to preserve, and there were too many forms of invasion: certain words, sounds, lights, actions his hands or feet performed, and if he did nothing at all, heard and saw nothing, the shouting of some triumphant inner voice that shocked him and cowed him.