In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all the other places.

It’s just life. You can’t beat life.

A story is not like a road to follow... it's more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside it altered by being viewed from these windows.

She would live now, not read.

Love removes the world for you, and just as surely when it's going well as when it's going badly.

Moments of kindness and reconciliation are worth having, even if the parting has to come sooner or later.

The images, the language, of pornography, and romance are alike; monotonous and mechanically seductive, quickly leading to despair.