I have a narrative, but you will be put to it to find it.

Only the impossible lasts forever.

You beat the liver out of a goose to get a pâté; you pound the muscles of a man's cardia to get a philosopher.

Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.

None of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say. Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.

I like my human experience served up with a little silence and restraint. Silence makes experience go further and, when it does die, gives it that dignity common to a thing one had touched and not ravished

Yes, we who are full to the gorge with misery should look well around, doubting everything seen, done, spoken, precisely because we have a word for it, and not its alchemy