Neither love nor terror makes one blind: indifference makes one blind.

The South is very beautiful but its beauty makes one sad because the lives that people live here, and have lived here, are so ugly.

In order for this to happen, your entire frame of reference will have to change, and you will be forced to surrender many things that you now scarcely know you have.

It is hard for anyone under twenty to realise that death has already assigned them a number, which is going to come up one day.

Any writer, I suppose, feels that the world into which he was born is nothing less than a conspiracy against the cultivation of his talent.

Love is like the lightning, and your maturity is signaled by the extent to which you can accept the dangers and the power and the beauty of love.

But, when the chips are down, its better to be furious with someone you love, or frightened for someone you love, than be put through the merciless horror of being ashamed of someone you love.