Perhaps, he thought, true pure love, like all flowers, flourished best with its roots in muck and mud. Perhaps that was a law of life that held everything together.

If you find life absurd, shouldn’t you find death precisely meaningful?

A man who has never been hungry may possess a more refined palate, but he has no idea what it means to eat.

All cows were like other cows, all tigers like all other tigers - What on earth happened to human beings?

Using someone's name during a conversation was like a casual caress, like stroking their hair.

That question is too good to spoil with an answer.

I'm afraid love is just a word.