My ideal job? Landlord of a bordello! The company's good and the mornings are quiet, which is the best time to write.

And I will look down and see my murmuring bones and the deep water like wind, like a roof of wind, and after a long time they cannot distinguish even bones upon the lonely and inviolate sand.

Writing a first draft is like trying to build a house in a strong wind.

Life is a process of preparing to be dead for a long time.

One of the saddest things is that the only thing that a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can't eat...nor make love for eight hours...

If I had not existed, someone else would have written me, Hemingway, Dostoyevsky, all of us.

Knowing not grieving remembers a thousand savage and lonely streets.