They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurance of our identities?

The more you know about something, the harder it becomes. You become more and more of a perfectionist. I think it's a curse... It's a form of illness!

I don't think I've ever drunk champagne before breakfast before. With breakfast on several occasions, but never before before.

Good writing is rewriting.

The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface.

Clocks indeed must have their sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?

Are there any writers on the literary scene whom I consider truly great? Yes: Truman Capote.