One hurries through, even though there's time; the past, the continent, is behind; the future is the glowing mouth in the side of the ship; the dim, turbulent alley is too confusedly the present.

Any person with any imagination is bound to be afraid.

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.

She was feeling the pressure of the world outside and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.

To write it, it took three months; to conceive it three minutes; to collect the data in it all my life.

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.