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.

Doubt is nothing but a trivial agitation on the surface of the soul, while deep down there is a calm certainty.

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.

A good critic is the sorcerer who makes some hidden spring gush forth unexpectedly under our feet.

God does not answer our desperate questionings; he simply gives us himself.

I write whenever it suits me. During a creative period I write every day; a novel should not be interrupted. When I cease to be carried along, when I no longer feel as though I were taking down dictation, I stop.