I haven't anything against whores, except this: some of them may have an honest tongue but they all have dishonest hearts.

...of all things this was the saddest, that life goes on: if one leaves one's lover, life should stop for him, and if one disappears from the world, then the world should stop, too: and it never did. And that was the real reason for most people getting up in the morning: not because it would matter but because it wouldn't.

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.

And yes, to answer you seriously, I am beginning to be... well, not bored, but tempted; afraid, but tempted. When you've been in pain for a long time, when you wake up every morning with a rising sense of hysteria, then boredom is what you want, marathon sleeps, a silence in yourself.

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.

That's all a writer has to write about - what he sees and hears and what not.

When I'm writing, I never write more than four hours a day.