What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?

You can't shape me anymore. I am the uncontrolled element, the random act. I am forward movement in time. You think you can see me? Then tell me, who am I? You don't know.

Love could never bloom in a concrete block room.

I've been depressed many times in my life. But under it all I'm an optimist.

I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children between friends family things you think are eternal. Everything could be lost more easily than anyone could imagine.

I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry season.

Many women get involved with a man that you pretty much know isn't suitable and you're kind of breaking your rules, but he's attractive in some unknown way. And then he doesn't even realize what a sacrifice you're making by being with him and he dumps you!