I saw that it was all over, put away in a box like a doll no longer cared for, the magical intimacy of our childhood together

I cannot write any sort of story unless there is at least one character in it for whom I have physical desire.

Since that day, when people have spoken to me of "genius", I have felt the inside pocket to make sure my wallet's still there.

All pretty girls are a trap, a pretty trap, and men expect them to be.

Switch clicking off in my head, turning the hot light off and the cool night on and — [He looks up, smiling sadly.] — all of a sudden there's—peace!

If people behaved in the same way nations do they would all be put in straitjackets.

There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors.