The anxiety of falling in love could not find repose except in bed.
Life had already given him sufficient reasons for knowing that no defeat was the final one.
Children’s lies are signs of great talent.
Thinking that it would console him, she took a piece of charcoal and erased the innumerable loves that he still owed her for, and she voluntarily brought up her own most solitary sadnesses so as not to leave him alone in his weeping.
Nobody teaches life anything.
Fame invades your private life. It takes away from the time that you spend with friends, and the time that you can work. It tends to isolate you from the real world.
I always had understood that dying of love was mere poetic license.
For a week I did not take off my mechanic’s coverall day or night I did not bathe or shave or brush my teeth because love taught me too late that you groom yourself for someone you dress and perfume yourself for someone and I’d never had anyone to do that for.
This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.
One of the most difficult things is the first paragraph. I have spent many months on a first paragraph, and once I get it, the rest just comes out very easily.
The only Virgos left in the world are people like you who were born in August.
All my life, I’ve been frightened at the moment I sit down to write.
If you love something, let it go. If it is yours, it will come back. I love you not because of who you are, but for who I am when I’m with you.
Love does not die, when someone gets old, people get old, because they can not love anymore.
Love becomes greater and nobler in calamity.
Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.
I don’t have a method. All I do is read a lot, think a lot, and rewrite constantly. It’s not a scientific thing.
It is impossible to explain. But what I like most is to eat.
The people of the United States are one of the people I most admire in the world. The only thing I don’t understand is why a country that manages to do so well cannot do better in choosing its president.
In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.