I think people often try to find through sex things that are much easier to find in other ways.

Perhaps it was freedom itself that choked her.

Life is a long failure of understanding ... a long, mistaken shutting of the heart.

The justice I have received, I shall give back.

I have Graham Greene's telephone number, but I wouldn't dream of using it. I don't seek out writers because we all want to be alone.

What was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end? Those were the real questions, and who could answer them?

I find the public passion for justice quite boring and artificial.