I think that the idea that I'm writing for many more people than I ever imagined has created a certain general responsibility that is literary and political. There's even pride involved, in not wanting to fall short of what I did before.

When I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, I reach my end, for artless I surrendered to one who is my undoing and my end.

Necessity has the face of a dog.

I think just the opposite is true: love is an ideology for eternal militants, and the more misfortunes life tries to burden us with, the more essential love becomes.

Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry.

Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.

When I wake up," he said, "remind me that I'm going to marry her.