We only do well the things we like doing.

My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.

I've entered the world of wine without any professional training, but a definite appetite for good bottles.

I want nothing from love, in short, but love.

At the top of the iron staircase leading to the stage, the good, dry, dusty warmth wraps me round like a comfortable dirty cloak.

The day after that wedding night I found that a distance of a thousand miles, abyss and discovery and irremediable metamorphosis, separated me from the day before.

Sit down and put down everything that comes into your head and then you're a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff's worth, without pity, and destroy most of it.