Love Lasts About Seven Years. That's How

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

I Don't Think There's Any Intrinsic Difference Between A Lover And A Husband. ... If I Were Cynical, I Would Say That A Woman Should Have Both A Good Husband And A Lover. But I'm Not Cynical So I'll Just Say That A Woman Should Have A Lover Who's A Good Husband And A Husband Who's A Good Lover, Perhaps Both.

A Strange Melancholy Pervades Me To Which I Hesitate To Give The Grave And Beautiful Name Of Sorrow. The Idea Of Sorrow Has Always Appealed To Me But Now I Am Almost Ashamed Of It's Complete Egoism. I Have Known Boredom, Regret, And Occasionally Remorse, But Never Sorrow. Today It Envelops Me Like A Silken Web, Enervating And Soft, And Sets Me Apart From Everybody Else.

Love Is Worth Whatever It Costs.

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