I would not have traded the delights of my suffering for anything in the world.

I would give wings to children, but I would leave it to them to learn how to fly by themselves.

I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of Him.

She had the revelation one Sunday that while the other instruments played for everyone the violen played for her alone .

He is ugly and sad, but he is all love.

It was as if they had leapt over the arduous cavalry of conjugal life and gone straight to the heart of love. They were together in silence like an old married couple wary of life, beyond the pitfalls of passion, beyond the brutal mockery of hope and the phantoms of disillusion: beyond love. For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.

He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.