I don't read reviews about myself with any special eagerness or attention unless they are masterpieces of wit and acumen, and I never reread them.

All the information I have about myself is from forged documents.

I grew, a happy, healthy child in a bright world of illustrated books, clean sand, orange trees, friendly dogs, sea vistas and smiling faces.

Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.

Above all, beware of platitudes, i.e., word combinations that have already appeared a thousand times.... As a general rule, try to find new combinations of words (not for the sake of their novelty, but because every person sees things in an individual way and must find his own words for them).

Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.

Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.