His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.

I have this weird obsession about buying books and looking at them with a smile, even if I won't read them soon. At least they are mine now.

What you burnt, broke, and tore is still in my hands. I am the keeper of fragile things and I have kept of you what is indissoluble.

You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me. I dreamed you; I wished for your existence. You will always be a part of my life. If I love you, it must be because we shared, at some moment, the same imaginings, the same madness, the same stage.

My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.

When I first met him, he did not care if a friend did not fit into his world, because at that time his world had not been born yet.

There is no bleaker moment in life of the city than that one which crosses the boundary lines between those who have not slept all night and those who are going to work. It was for Sabina as if two races of men and women lived on earth, the night people and the day people, never meeting face to face except at this moment.