It's so easy to make a person who hasn't got anything seem wrong.

Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.

As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ‘ I said, ‘your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.’ She shook her head but she did not move or touch me.

It's funny, he said, have you ever thought that a girl's clothes cost more than the girl inside them?

Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.

All of a writer that matters is in the book or books. It is idiotic to be curious about the person.

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.