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.

Life is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it

The adolescents of my generation, greedy for life, forgot in body and soul about their hopes for the future until reality taught them that tomorrow was not what they had dreamed, and they discovered nostalgia.

I became aware that the invincible power that has moved the world is unrequited, not happy, love.

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

I think that the idea that I'm writing for many more people than I ever imagined has created a certain general responsibility that is literary and political. There's even pride involved, in not wanting to fall short of what I did before.

She would say, "Someone should invent something to do with things you cannot use anymore but that you still cannot throw out.