New York has an electronic heart.

Coming near him like a ballet dancer she took a leap towards him, and he, frightened by her vehemence, and fearing that she would crash against him, instinctively became absolutely rigid, and she felt herself embracing a statue.

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason.

Stories are the only enchantment possible, for when we begin to see our suffering as a story, we are saved.

The obstacle became his alibi for weakness.

Pain is something to master, not to wallow in.

I'm sick of my own romanticism!