Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.

I just enjoy translating, it's like opening one's mouth and hearing someone else's voice emerge.

Love is the perception of individuals. Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.

The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and hurt vanity a passing pinprick, or a self-destroying or ever murderous obsession.

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved

to be understood is not a human right. Even to understand oneself is not a human right.

confession ran in the family.