Your first realization when you become an important person is that all day and all night, whatever the circumstances, people want to hear you talk about yourself.

Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.

It was the year they fell into devastating love. Neither one could do anything except think about the other, dream about the other, and wait for letters with the same impatience they felt when they answered them.

What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.

...they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people they kept on blooming like children and playing together like dogs.

He soon acquired the forlorn look that one sees in vegetarians.

The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.