Love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.

Everything that belonged to her husband made her weep again: his tasseled slippers, his pajamas under the pillow, the space of his absence in the dressing table mirror, his own odor on her skin. A vague thought made her shudder: "The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.

From the moment I wrote 'Leaf Storm' I realized I wanted to be a writer and that nobody could stop me and that the only thing left for me to do was to try to be the best writer in the world.

Justice limps along, but gets there all the same.

More than mother and son, they were accomplices in solitude.

Life is but a continual succession of opportunities for surviving.

I plead youth as a mitigating circumstance.