Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?" "I guess it depends on how you die.

Sheep hurt my father, and through my father, sheep have also hurt me.

Grandfather always said school’s a place where they take sixteen years to wear down your brain. Grandfather hardly went to school either.

There were plenty of women around who dressed smartly, and plenty more who dressed to impress, but this girl was different. Totally different. She wore her clothing with such utter naturalness and grace that she could have been a bird that had wrapped itself in a special wind as it made ready to fly off to another world. He had never seen a woman who wore her clothes with such apparent joy. And the clothes themselves looked as if, in being draped on her body, they had won new life for themselves.

There's not much you can do about time - it just keeps on passing. But experience? Don't tell me that. I'm not proud of it, but I don't have any sexual desire. And what sort of experience can a writer have if she doesn't feel passion? It'd be like a chef without an appetite.

No matter what form the relationship might take, he was the only person she could picture sharing her life with.

When it's all over, it'll seem like a dream.