each time that I have run away - and from a habit it quickly became an illness - I have betrayed someone. Myself, but not always only myself.

The only way to live is to accept each minute as an unrepeatable miracle, which is exactly what it is: a miracle and unrepeatable.

Writing was a chimney for my blazing ambitions.

Inevitably, the flood of literary pornography loosed on us is dulling our reactions of surprise or shock. Its writers are forced to raise the ante, to provide stronger and stronger stimulants. Or try to provide them, since both the manner, the naming of parts and the few inexpressive four-letter words, and the matter, are narrowly limited.

Women will always put persons above ideas ... and so they'll always be defeated. Persons die, and ideas rule the world.

Language is memory and metaphor.

Great advertising is the expression of deep emotional sincerity.