She knew that it would not be easy to submit to his miserliness, or the foolishness of his premature appearance of age, or his maniacal sense of order, or his eagerness to as for everything and give nothing at all in return, but despite all this, no man was better company because no other man in the world was so in need of love.

Once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.

Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia.

I do not believe there is a method better than Montessori for making children sensitive to the beauties of the world and awakening their curiosity regarding the secrets of life.

No, not rich. I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.

I don't have a method. All I do is read a lot, think a lot, and rewrite constantly. It's not a scientific thing.

A falcon who chases a warlike crane can only hope for a life of pain.