It is a very mixed blessing to be brought back from the dead.

When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth.

If people think nature is their friend, then they sure don't need an enemy.

I have long felt that any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attack…

I am. I was. I am not. I never am.

We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.

Entre nous, et l'enfer ou le ciel, il n'y a que la vie entre deux, qui est la chose du monde la plus fragile.