One can bear anything. The pain we cannot bear will kill us outright.
A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They’re all parts of yourself.
Being in the library is so addictive for me that I really have to exercise self-control so I can get some writing done at home.
We have no home, she told me. I am your home.
He reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them.
Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul. He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' he said. 'You can never go home.