but good friends are nothing to each other if they are not supportive.

It's not right to hurt or deceive someone who's already been hurt and deceived.

. . .There are moments when time does stop. We must be alert enough to notice such moments . . .

Sigmund Freud was a novelist with a scientific background. He just didn't know he was a novelist. All those damn psychiatrists after him, they didn't know he was a novelist either.

The first of my father's illusions was that bears could survive the life led by human beings; the second was that human beings could survive a life in hotels.

Because who can describe that look that triggers the memory of loved ones? Who can anticipate the frown, the smile, or the misplaced lock of hair that sends a swift, undeniable signal from the past? Who can ever estimate the power of association, which is always strongest in moments of love and in memories of death?

People only ask questions when they're ready to hear the answers.