I've never dated a fictional character before. The closest I ever came was an Italian.
All literature is a footnote to Faust. I have no idea what I mean by that.
The prison psychiatrist asked me if I thought sex was dirty. I told him only when it's done right.
In the shower, with the hot water coming down, you've left the real world behind, and very frequently things open up for you. It's the change of venue, the unblocking the attempt to force the ideas that's crippling you when you're trying to write.
I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead - not sick, not wounded - dead.
But it was I - yes I - who discovered the link between excessive masturbation and entry into politics!