When you make a decision to write according to a set schedule and really stick to it, you find yourself writing very fast. At least I do.

Jazz music is an intensified feeling of nonchalance.

It seems to me that there are two kinds of trickery: the "fronts" people assume before one another's eyes, and the "front" a writer puts on the face of reality.

To jealousy, nothing is more frightful than laughter.

There is a certain age when a woman must be beautiful to be loved, and then there comes a time when she must be loved to be beautiful.

I have loved to the point of madness; That which is called madness, That which to me, Is the only sensible way to love.

A dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to take it off of you.

One can never speak enough of the virtues, the dangers, the power of shared laughter.

Art must take reality by surprise.

For what are we looking for if not to please? I do not know if the desire to attract others comes from a superabundance of vitality, possessiveness, or the hidden, unspoken need to be reassured.

I always believe things are going to work out.

Holding onto what was isn't healthy for what is.

Art history is always changing too.

There's a way of life, there's a way of death. Which way are you on?

I always felt that the most common thread in my life from when I was young until now has been a highly observant, very analytical mind.

I've been called to the slums of the streets and the ditches of the world.

Every impulse of feeling should be guided by reason; and, in my opinion, exertion should always be in proportion to what is required.

The bar exam's a mother. I mean, for me it was. I failed it the first two times, but I guess it's like losing your virginity, third time's the charm.

As soon as I became old enough to make my dreams my reality, I became a firm believer that the subconscious and the world outside of our flesh and blood is essentially the truth.

The young knowledge worker whose job is too small to challenge and test his abilities either leaves or declines rapidly into premature middle age, soured, cynical, unproductive.

We are mere journeymen, planting seeds for someone else to harvest.