My fellow journalists called themselves correspondents; I preferred the title of reporter. I wrote what I saw. I took no action -- even an opinion is a kind of action.

Pain is easy to write. In pain we're all happily individual. But what can one write about happiness?

Destruction after all is a form of creation.

There are times when a lover longs to be also a father and a brother: he is jealous of the years he hasn't shared.

If two people loved, they slept together; it was a mathematical formula, tested and proved by human experience.

You think it more difficult to turn air into wine than to turn wine into blood?.

There's a virtue in slowness, which we have lost