When you fall in love, it is spring no matter when. Leaves falling make no difference, they are from another season.

Books everywhere. On the shelves and on the small space above the rows of books and all along the floor and under chairs, books that I have read, books that I have not read.

jealousy is the direct result of self-betrayal.

what makes us so afraid is the thing we half see, or half hear, as in a wood at dusk, when a tree stump becomes an animal and a sound becomes a siren. And most of that fear is the fear of not knowing, of not actually seeing correctly.

After that dark woman you search for someone who will fit into the irregular corners of your heart.

If the Holy Communion touched my teeth, I thought that was a mortal sin

Recollection is not something that I can summon up, it simply comes and I am the servant of it.