Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bullfighters.

And bed, he thought. Bed is my friend. Just bed, he thought. Bed will be a great thing. It is easy when you are beaten, he thought. I never knew how easy it was. And what beat you, the thought.

As you get older it is harder to have heroes, but it is sort of necessary.

If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy. But since I am not, I do not care.

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

Switzerland is a small, steep country, much more up and down than sideways, and is all stuck over with large brown hotels built on the cuckoo clock style of architecture.

By then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better.