Money May Not Buy Happiness,

The Questions I Would Have Liked To Ask People Were: ‘are You In Love? What Are You Reading?

Life Has Confirmed For Me The Thoughts And Impressions I Had When I Was 18, As If It Was All Intuition.

I Have Loved To The Point Of Madness; That Which Is Called Madness, That Which To Me, Is The Only Sensible Way To Love.

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.

For Me Writing Is A Question Of Finding A Certain Rhythm. I Compare It To The Rhythms Of Jazz.