One day, I started writing, not knowing that I had chained myself for life to a noble but merciless master. When God hands you a gift, he also hands you a whip; and the whip is intended solely for self-flagellation... I'm here alone in my dark madness, all by myself with my deck of cards - and, of course, the whip God gave me.

I guess if you're that thin and that small you don't need to take up too much space or breathe that much air. You just keep on going.

I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.

Mick Jagger moves like a parody between a majorette girl and Fred Astaire.

I'm sure Proust was a big bore.

Oh Jesus God we did belong to each other. He was mine.

there is only one unpardonable sin--deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven.