He can't really love anyone, you know, and in the end such people are always alone, no matter how much other people once loved them.

Recently abandoned women can be complicated.

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.

It was good to walk into a library again; it smelled like home.

I've read there is no such thing as a single tear, that old poetic trope. And perhaps there isn't, since hers was simply a companion to my own.

He can't really love anyone, you know, and in the end such people are always alone, no matter how much other people once loved them.

I wasn't brought up to be dazzled by money or fame.