Dizzy with excitement is no mere phrase.

She was a triumph over ugliness, so often more beguiling than real beauty, if only because it contains paradox.

If Francoise Sagan hadn't written a book called A Chateau in Sweden, I would certainly write a short story called A Chateau in Puerto Rico. And I may yet.

Have you never heard what the wise men say: all of the future exists in the past.

I got this idea of doing a really serious big work-it would be precisely like a novel, with a single difference: Every word of it would be true from beginning to end.

Half the people who snuff people, that's what they want: recognition. Get their picture in the paper.

Poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't the right to give him one: he'll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of took up by the river one day, we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I. I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together.