"Paul Bowles, The Art of Fiction No. 67" interview by Jeffrey Bailey, in The Paris Review"

“A black star appears, a point of darkness in the night sky's clarity. Point of darkness and gateway to repose. Reach out, pierce the fine fabric of the sheltering sky, take repose.”

“Every second, ten stars set behind the black water in the west.”

“Review of "Up Above the World", New York Times, 1966”

“Paul Bowles, A Conversation with Bruce Duffie”

“Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.”

“Review of "The Spider's House", New York Times, 1955”