It is impossible to explain. But what I like most is to eat.

One night a friend lent me a book of short stories by Franz Kafka. I went back to the pension where I was staying and began to read The Metamorphosis. The first line almost knocked me off the bed. I was so surprised. The first line reads, “As Gregor Samsa awoke that morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. . . .” When I read the line I thought to myself that I didn’t know anyone was allowed to write things like that. If I had known, I would have started writing a long time ago. So I immediately started writing short stories.

She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst… Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.

Very well, I will marry you if you promise not to make me eat eggplant.

Why were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.

Four geological eras had to pass so that human beings would be able to outsing the birds and die for love.

Even when the winds of misfortune blow, amazing things can still happen.