A great commotion immobilized her in her center of gravity, planted her in her place, and her defensive will was demolished by the irresistible anxiety to discover what the orange bells and whistles and the invisible globes on the other side of death were like.

Then the writing became so fluid that I sometimes felt as if I were writing for the sheer pleasure of telling a story, which may be the human condition that most resembles levitation.

All human beings have three lives: public, private, and secret.

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.

He who awaits much can expect little.

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.

An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.