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

Persecution matures young rebels.

Strange are the ways of history, where no single thing abides, but all things flow into each other, fragment to fragment clinging.

And there is not anything in the world stronger than tenderness.

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.

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

People never think about words, they only feel them.