The whole joy of writing comes from the opportunity to go over it and make it good, one way or another.

There comes a time when you realize that everything is a dream, and only those things preserved in writing have any possibility of being real.

Love must wait; it must break one’s bones.

Women fall in love when they get to know you. Men are just the opposite. When they finally know you they're ready to leave

Sometimes you are aware when your great moments are happening, and sometimes they rise from the past. Perhaps it's the same with people.

I'm a frotteur, someone who likes to rub words in his hand, to turn them around and feel them, to wonder if that really is the best word possible.

I deem as heroic those who have the harder task, face it unflinchingly and live. In this world women do that.

Dresscodes are for styleless people.

Hope but not enthusiasm is the proper state for the writer.

What is the ultimate impulse to write? Because all this is going to vanish.

I like aristocracy. I like the beauty of aristocracy. I like the hierarchical feeling.

Ridicule is a terrible witherer of the flower of imagination. It binds us where we should be free.

If God be for us who can be against us?

For the last third of life there remains only work. It alone is always stimulating rejuvenating exciting and satisfying.

Reform is like morning glories; they look great early in the day and then they disappear.

The miracle is that a work of art should live in the person who reads it.

I prance around and dance by myself to hip-hop songs in the mirror.

Deciding to write a novel about something - as opposed to finding you are writing a novel around something - sounds to me like a good evocation of writer's block.

'All Our Yesterdays' was unquestionably the best work I have ever done. And the reading public stayed away in droves.

I'd rather work with someone who's good at their job but doesn't like me, than someone who likes me but is a ninny.

I'm a child myself, in the sense that I'm still looking. Children are fascinated by black holes and ask me questions. I find they soon get the idea if it is explained in nontechnical language.