There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.

I did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.

Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you.

What a wonderful life I've had! I only wish I'd realized it sooner.

There are connoisseurs of blue just as there are connoisseurs of wine.

I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.

Writing only leads to more writing.