The One Thing I Regret Is That

There Are Moments When You Feel Trapped, Ill At Ease. A Year Later The Same Feeling Can Turn Out To Be The Theme Of A Book.

Love Lasts About Seven Years. That's How Long It Takes For The Cells Of The Body To Totally Replace Themselves.

Writing Is A Question Of Finding A Certain Rhythm. I Compare It To The Rhythms Of Jazz. Much Of The Time Life Is A Sort Of Rhythmic Progression Of Three Characters. If One Tells Oneself That Life Is Like That, One Feels It Less Arbitrary.

Illness Is The Opposite Of Freedom. It Makes Everything Impossible.

Jazz Music Is An Intensified Feeling Of Nonchalance.