What would it have meant to be happy? What would it have meant if things had been bright, clear, good between us?

We live in a world of buy it or leave it. Love does not signify.

Very often history is a means of denying the past.

If you continually write and read yourself as a fiction, you can change what's crushing you.

I didn’t want to tell the story of myself, but someone I called myself. If you read yourself as fiction, it’s rather more liberating than reading yourself as fact.

Love is the one thing stronger than desire and the only proper reason to resist temptation.

After every ''victory'' you have more enemies.