I Don't Want To Be Your Friend,

But Sometimes When I Was Starting A New Story And I Could Not Get It Going, I Would Sit In Front Of The Fire And Squeeze The Peel Of The Little Oranges Into The Edge Of The Flame And Watch The Sputter Of Blue That They Made. I Would Stand And Look Out Over The Roofs Of Paris And Think, 'do Not Worry. You Have Always Written Before And You Will Write Now. All You Have To Do Is Write One True Sentence. Write The Truest Sentence That You Know.' So Finally I Would Write One True Sentence, And Then Go On From There.

There Are Only Two Places In The World Where We Can Live Happy: At Home And In Paris.

It's A Town You Come To For A Short Time.

I Thought That All Generations Were Lost By Something And Always Had Been And Always Would Be

The Writer's Job Is Not To Judge, But To Seek To Understand.