No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.

The Eucharist engages us unreservedly; it is a pact of love, an alliance signed in the deeper recesses of our being. All our potentialities are called upon to warrant the protection and fulfillment of this pact.

A cemetery saddens us because it is the only place of the world in which we do not meet our dead again.

I believe that only poetry counts ... A great novelist is first of all a great poet.

If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads.

What I fear is not being forgotten after my death, but, rather, not being enough forgotten. As we were saying, it is not our books that survive, but our poor lives that linger in the histories.

Did you ever have a conversation with someone who misunderstood everything you had to say? It's exhausting, and the ironic part is that the more you try and explain yourself, the more mixed up things become. Your best friend knows when you're kidding, venting, and tired. He or she knows you and therefore doesn't read into the things you say.