Occupation: Writer Birth: April 4, 1914 Death: March 3, 1996
I've known you for years. Everyone says you were beautiful when you were young, but I want to tell you I think you're more beautiful now than then. R….
I've forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I've forgotten them, and now I'm talking to you without them..
I know it's not clothes that make women beautiful or otherwise, nor beauty care, nor expensive creams, nor the distinction of costliness of their fin….
In love there are no vacations. No such thing. Love has to be lived fully with its boredom and all that..
Banality is sometimes striking..
Madness is like intelligence, you know. You can't explain it. Just like intelligence. It comes on you, it fills you, and then you understand it. But ….
Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we've ever met..
A book consists of two layers: on top, the readable layer ... and underneath, a layer that was inaccessible. You only sense its existence in a moment….
Finding yourself in a hole, at the bottom of a hole, in almost total solitude, and discovering that only writing can save you. To be without the slig….
The woman is the home. That's where she used to be, and that's where she still is. You might ask me, What if a man tries to be part of the home -- wi….
That she had so completely recovered her sanity was a source of sadness to her. One should never be cured of one's passion..
Men like women who write. Even though they don't say so. A writer is a foreign country..
The best way to fill time is to waste it..
Get rid of things or you'll spend your whole life tidying up..
It’s not that you have to achieve anything, it’s that you have to get away from where you are..
I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I k….
When the past is recaptured by the imagination, breath is put back into life..
It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most..
You have to be very fond of men. Very, very fond. You have to be very fond of them to love them. Otherwise they're simply unbearable..
Very early in my life it was too late..
You are what you are and that fascinates me..