The rice bowl is to me the most valid reason in the world for doing anything. A piece of one's soul to the multitudes in return for rice and wine does not seem to me a sacrilege.

One should never condemn what one cannot understand.

People never think about words, they only feel them.

With some people there is such a thing as the habit of betrayal.

Truth, like surgery, may hurt, but it cures.

A family is a burial mound of its own doings and sayings.

All humans are frightened of their own solitude. But only in solitude can we learn to know ourselves, learn to handle our own eternal aloneness.