In a world where meaning is often absent or imposed, reading offers a dialogue with ourselves, with society, with history, and with the dead.

The Hopi, an Indian tribe, have a language as sophisticated as ours, but no tenses for past, present and future. The division does not exist. What does this say about time? Matter, that thing the most solid and the well-known, which you are holding in your hands and which makes up your body, is now known to be mostly empty space. Empty space and points of light. What does this say about the reality of the world?

I hate the word lesbian; it tells you nothing; its only purpose is to inflame.

Destiny is a worrying concept. I don't want to be fated, I want to choose.

Her butler opened it for her. His name was Boredom. She said, 'Boredom, fetch me a plaything.' He said 'Very good ma'am,' and putting on his white gloves so that fingerprints would not show he tapped at my heart and I thought he said his name was Love.

I have noticed that doing the sensible thing is only a good idea when the decision is quite small. For the life-changing things, you must risk it.

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