A story is a letter that the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.

We think we understand a song's lyrics but what makes us believe in them, or not, is the music

Don Basilio was a forbidding-looking man with a bushy mustache who did not suffer fools and who subscribed to the theory that the liberal use of adverbs and adjectives was the mark of a pervert or someone with a vitamin deficiency.

None of us are what we once were.

Death does that: it makes everyone feel sentimental. When we stand in front of a coffin, we all see only what is good or what we want to see.

One is never wholly conscious of the greed hidden in one's heart until one hears the sweet sound of silver.

There are people you remember and people you dream of.