A Novelist Is A Man

I Have Made Love To Ten Thousand Women.

The Place Smelled Of Fairgrounds, Of Lazy Crowds, Of Nights When You Stayed Out Because You Couldn't Go To Bed, And It Smelled Like New York, Of Its Calm And Brutal Indifference.

Madame....gloatingly Savored Her Words As Earlier She Had Savored Her Pig's Trotter.

For 30 Years I Have Tried To Make It Understood That There Are No Criminals.

I Saw Mussolini Tirelessly Contemplate A Parade Of Thousands Of Young Men.