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

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.

I prefer to live in the country where it's quiet. Woody Allen movies there are dubbed into Italian.

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

How was it possible to be afraid and in love... The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle.

The kiss became the narrowed center of the still point of the turning world, so that even the park was turning in comparison to the still peace at their lips.

I can't write if someone else is in the house, not even the cleaning woman.