Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread.

A writer is essentially a man who does not resign himself to loneliness.

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

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.

Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses.

There is no accident in our choice of reading. All our sources are related.