Yes, she is in love with him, and yes, in spite of his qualms and inner hesitations, he loves her back, however improbable that might seem to him. Note here for the record that he is not someone with a special fixation on young girls. Until now, all the women in his life have been more or less his own age. Pilar therefore does not represent an embodiment of some ideal female type for him--she is merely herself, a small piece of luck he stumbled across one afternoon in a public park, an exception to every rule.

Let me tell you, there's no better medicine than a friendly card game for sloughing off the cares of a workaday world.

In the same way, the world is not the sum of all the things that are in it. It is the infinitely complex network of connections among them. As in the meanings of words, things take on meaning only in relationship to each other.

We have missed him in the sunshine, in the storm, in the twilight, ever since.

Actually, screenplays were much more detailed than what I did in the book In the book I had to invent a style for communicating what the sensation of looking at a film would be, whereas the screenplays I wrote in Paris were actual blueprints for how to do the film, with every gesture, every little movement noted in exhaustive detail.

Novels are fictions and therefore they tell lies, but through those lies every novelist attempts to tell the truth about the world.

There are two kinds of typical days. There's the typical day when I'm writing a novel, and there's the typical day when I'm not.