At Night, Time Becomes A Calm Sea.

Usually I Avoided College Students, Whom I Considered Brutal, Wrapped Up In Themselves, Particularly In Their Youth, In Which They Found Material For Drama Or An Excuse For Their Own Boredom. I Did Not Care For Young People.

Marriage? It's Like Asparagus Eaten With Vinaigrette Or Hollandaise, A Matter Of Taste But Of No Importance.

One Partner Is Always More In Love Than The Other.

Of Course The Illusion Of Art Is To Make One Believe That Great Literature Is Very Close To Life, But Exactly The Opposite Is True. Life Is Amorphous, Literature Is Formal.

All My Life, I Will Continue Obstinately To Write About Love, Solitude And Passion Among The Kind Of People I Know. The Rest Don't Interest Me.