As for my father, few souls are less troubled. He can be simply pleased with us, pleased that we exist, and, from the vantage point of his wondrously serene old age, he contemplates our lives almost as if they were books he can dip into whenever he wants. His back pages, perhaps.

His main principles were indeed as follows: everything it is possible to imagine can also exist.

In a world where women are commodities, a woman who refuses to sell herself will have the thing she refuses to sell taken away from her by force

The tiger will never lie down with the lamb; he acknowledges no pact that is not reciprocal. The lamb must learn to run with the tigers.

Stars on our door, stars in our eyes, stars exploding in the bits of our brains where the common sense should have been

The end of exile is the end of being.

One beast and only one howls in the woods by night.