No book that is written for an external purpose is going to be a passionately felt book for the writer or the reader. I don't see the point in doing that.

If there is any good in life, in history, in my own past, I invoke it now. I invoke it with all the passion with which I have lived.

There is nothing harder, at moments, than talking to someone who has all the power of silence.

Sometimes people damage paintings or sculpture because they love it. They throw their arms around a statue in a fit of hysterical passion and it falls over.

The heart does not go backward. Only the mind.

In those days, I still thoroughly enjoyed the romance I called "by myself"; I didn't know yet how it gets lonely, picks up a sharp edge later on that ruins a day now and then-- ruins more than that, if you're not careful.

We Gypsies know that where Jews are killed, Gypsies are always murthered too. And then a lot of other people, usually.