The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.

As a writer I'm merely a journalist who has learned to write better than others.

At some point, you no longer feel pain. Sensation disappears and reason is dulled, until you lose all grasp of time and place.

And both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday & eternal reality was love.

his mysterious resources had awakened in her a curiosity that was difficult to resist, but she had never imagined that curiosity was one of the many masks of love.

Everything that goes into my mouth seems to make me fat, everything that comes out of my mouth embarrasses me.

If God hadn't rested on Sunday, He would have had time to finish the world.