It always gets late with you. - Is that a compliment?
One situation – maybe one alone – could drive me to murder: family life, togetherness.
Everything human is alien to me.
The night was a time for bestial affinities, for drawing closer to oneself.
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?