I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.
It's just like sex; when [a book is] finished, it's finished.
People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues.
There has to be pain. That's the rule.
The pillow smells like the sunlight, a precious smell.
What do we talk about? Just ordinary things. What happened today, or books we've read, or tomorrow's weather, you know. Don't tell me you're wondering if people jump to their feet and shout stuff like 'It'll rain tomorrow if a polar bear eats the stars tonight!