I had the brief notion that his heart, pressed flat as a flower, crimson and thin as tissue paper, lay in this file. It was a very thin one.

Hope for the best, expect the worst.

Soon, nostalgia will be another name for Europe.

Just because we're sisters under the skin doesn't mean we've got much in common.

A fairy tale is the kind of story in which one king goes to another king to borrow a cup of sugar

She stood lost in eternity wearing a crazy dress, watching the immense sky.

Spindly branches of buttercups were secreted among gleaming stems still moist at the roots from last night's rain that had washedand refreshed the entire wood, had dowered it in poignant transparency, the unique, inconsolable quality of rainy countries, as if all was glimpsed through tears.