Positano bites deep. It is a dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there and becomes beckoningly real after you have gone.

The proofs that God does not exist are very strong, but in lots of people they are not as strong as the feeling that He does.

The cars of the migrant people crawled out of the side roads onto the great cross-country highway, and they took the migrant way to the West.... And because they were lonely and perplexed, because they had all come from a place of sadness and worry and defeat, and because they were all going to a mysterious new place, ... a strange thing happened: the twenty families became one family, the children were the children of all. The loss of home became one loss, and the golden time in the West was one dream.

There are people who will say that this whole account is a lie, but a thing isn't necessarily a lie even if it didn't necessarily happen.

It is strange how a man believes he can think better in a special place. I have such a place, have always had it, but I know it isn't thinking I do there, but feeling and experiencing and remembering. It's a safety place. Everyone must have one, although I never heard a man tell of it.

It’s a hard thing to leave any deeply routine life, even if you hate it.

Oh, the strawberries don't taste as they used to and the thighs of women have lost their clutch!