Life is the sum of your choices.

I have always felt I lived on the high seas, threatened, at the heart of a royal happiness.

Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

Every artist preserves deep within him a single source from which, throughout his lifetime, he draws what he is, and what he says. When the source dries up, the work withers and crumbles.

There was the same dazzling red glare. The sea gasped for air with each shallow, stifled wave that broke on the sand. ...with every blade of light that flashed off the sand, from a bleached shell or a peice of broken glass, my jaws tightened. I walked for a long time.

Stupidity has a knack of getting its way.

It is easier to kill what we do not know.