Pity Is An Agreeable Sentiment, Uplifting Like

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

We Are Torn Between The Craving To Know And The Despair Of Having Known.

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

Writing Is A Question Of Finding A Certain Rhythm. I Compare It To The Rhythms Of Jazz. Much Of The Time Life Is A Sort Of Rhythmic Progression Of Three Characters. If One Tells Oneself That Life Is Like That, One Feels It Less Arbitrary.

Jazz Music Is An Intensified Feeling Of Nonchalance.