All my life I had feared imprisonment, the nun's cell, the hospital bed, the places where one faced the self without distraction, without the crutches of other people.

Money talks, but tell me why all it says is just Goodbye.

Sometimes one word can recall a whole span of life.

History is said to be written by the victors. Fiction, by contrast, is largely the work of injured bystanders.

Death in its way comes just as much of a surprise as birth.

never forget this moment, the hum of the bee, the saffron threads of the flower, the drawn blinds, nature's assiduousness and human cruelty.

shadows of love, inebriations of love, foretastes of love, trickles of love, but never yet the one true love.