I was already at an age when putting off anything was a bad idea.

I wanted her body and soul, but body first.

One of the joys of being in love is that it clarifies your priorities. Complication arises from not knowing what you want.

Desire is an appetite, quickly sated. Longing is a wound, an opening in the heart or the spirit. Whatever the cause, whatever the duration, it almost always leaves a scar.

The railway was part scalpel, part movie camera, slicing the city open, parading its inner workings at fifty frames per second. It was on the S-Bahn that she felt least abandoned, as if the act of travelling turned back the clock, and brought her nearer to the future she had lost.

I have found that in fiction one is freer to speak the truth, if only because in fiction the truth is not expected or required. You may easily disguise it, so that it is only recognized much later, when the story and the characters have faded into darkness.

We drank our coffee the Russian way. That is to say we had vodka before it and vodka afterwards.