A writer can have only one language, if language is going to mean anything to him.
I'd like to think...that people in pubs would talk about my poems
Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.
How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.
In everyone there sleeps a sense of life lived according to love.
Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.