Someone has said that conversation is sex for the soul.

Music is a wind that blows away the years, memories, and fear, that crouching animal I carry inside me.

Silence before being born, silence after death: life is nothing but noise between two unfathomable silences.

I don't think of literature as an end in itself. It's just a way of communicating something.

He realized...that the loudest are the least sincere, that arrogance is a quality of the ignorant, and that flatterers tend to be vicious.

I don't want an uneventful and safe life, I prefer an adventurous one.

But I don't want more things than I need, either.