Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

How we keep these dead souls in our hearts. Each one of us carries within himself his necropolis.

She was the amoureuse of all the novels, the heroine of all the plays, the vague “she” of all the poetry books.

Writing history is like drinking an ocean and pissing a cupful.

One mustn't always believe that feeling is everything. In the arts, it is nothing without form.

The heart, like the stomach, wants a varied diet.

To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost.