Memory is a great betrayer.

Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws.

When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.

I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from me, will shake and pierce me, will weaken me, and make me tremble and soften and melt.

I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.

New York has an electronic heart.

Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.