We must not confuse the present with the past. With regard to the past, no further action is possible.

Writing ... is a profession that can only be learned by writing.

‎A day in which I don't write leaves a taste of ashes.

That is what chills your spine when you read an account of a suicide: not the frail corpse hanging from the window bars but what happened inside that heart immediately before.

Sex pleasure in woman is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.

There is no such thing as a natural death: nothing that happens to a man is ever natural, since his presence calls the world into question. All men must die: but for every man his death is an accident and, even if he knows it and consents to it, an unjustifiable violation.

Some things I loved have vanished. A great many others have been given to me