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.

Persecution matures young rebels.

We are all products of our time, vulnerable to history.

Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.

Goldfish are flowers ... flowers that move.

Sadness is so ungrateful.

It is the illusion of all lovers to think themselves unique and their words immortal.