As it unfolded, the structure of the story began to remind me of one of those Russian dolls that contain innumerable ever-smaller dolls within. Step by step the narrative split into a thousand stories, as if it had entered a gallery of mirrors, its identity fragmented into endless reflections.

Nobody knows much about women, not even Freud, not even women themselves. But it's like electricity: you don't need to know how it works to get a shock on the fingers.

Contrary to what you believe, the earth does not revolve around the desires of your crotch.

That's what happens when people reach old age; nobody remembers they've been bastards too.

I've always thought that anyone who needs to join a herd so badly must be a bit of a sheep himself.

Disarmed, I realized how easily you can lose all animosity toward someone you've deemed your enemy as soon as that person stops behaving as such.

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