In the end all books are written for your friends.

Curiosity is one of the many masks of love.

He thought that the world would make more rapid progress without the burden of old people.

Everything that belonged to her husband made her weep again: his tasseled slippers, his pajamas under the pillow, the space of his absence in the dressing table mirror, his own odor on her skin. A vague thought made her shudder: "The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.

The more transparent the writing, the more visible the poetry.

The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.

You can't eat hope,' the woman said. You can't eat it, but it sustains you,' the colonel replied.