The anxiety of falling in love could not find repose except in bed.

She asked him to come and see her that night. He agreed, in order to get away, knowing that he was incapable of going. But that night, in his burning bed, he understood that he had to go see her, even if he were not capable. He got dressed by feel, listening in the dark to his brother's calm breathing, the dry cough of his father in the next room, the asthma of the hens in the courtyard, the buzz of the mosquitoes, the beating of his heart, and the inordinate bustle of a world that he had not noticed until then, and he went out in the sleeping street.

A famous writer who wants to continue writing has to be constantly defending himself against fame.

Just because someone does not love you as you want, it does not mean that you do not love with all his being.

It was a lone voice in the middle of the ocean, but it was heard at great depth and great distance.

His place was always set at the table, in case he rturned from the dead without warning .

Time was not passing...it was turning in a circle.