Happiness is never really so welcome as changelessness.

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

The border means more than a customs house, a passport officer, a man with a gun. Over there everything is going to be different; life is never going to be quite the same again after your passport has been stamped.

The world was in her heart already, like the small spot of decay in a fruit.

A writer doesn't write for his readers, does he? Yet he has to take elementary precautions all the same, to make them comfortable.

Heresy is only another word for freedom of thought.

To be in love is to see yourself as someone else sees you, it is to be in love with the falsified and exalted image of yourself. In love we are incapable of honor - the courageous act is no more than playing a part to an audience of two.