Brazil was beastly but Buenos Aires the best. Not Tiffany's, but almost.

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

Every day is a new day with me. All holds are off. All contracts are forgotten.

The way his plump hand clutched at her hip seemed somehow improper; not morally, aesthetically.

Technically I feel total fluidity in writing. I feel there's nothing technically that I can't do the way a certain sort of pianist feels that. But that doesn't mean it comes easily. It doesn't.

I'm sure Proust was a big bore.

New York is a diamond iceberg floating in river water.