Art Must Take Reality By Surprise.

Writing Is Just Having A Sheet Of Paper, A Pen And Not A Shadow Of An Idea Of What You Are Going To Say.

I've Read Proust And Stendhal. That Keeps You In Your Place.

No One, But No One, Ever Behaves 'well' In Bed Unless They Love Or Are Loved - Two Conditions Seldom Fulfilled.

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.

After Proust, There Are Certain Things That Simply Cannot Be Done Again. He Marks Off For You The Boundaries Of Your Talent.