I feel that all a writer has is his own experience.

That's the question: is truth an illusion, or is illusion truth, or are they essentially the same? Myself, I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true.

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.

I think my greatest talent really is for friendship.

So the days, the last days, blow about in a memory, hazy autumnal, all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any other I've lived

And since gin to artifice bears the same relation as tears to mascara, her attractions at once dissembled.

My major regret in life is that my childhood was unnecessarily lonely.