Time is our element, not a mistaken invader.

Figure out where you're going before you go there: he was told that a long time ago.

A healthy male adult bore consumes each year one and a half times his own weight in other people's patience.

A narrative is like a room on whose walls a number of false doors have been painted; while within the narrative, we have many apparent choices of exit, but when the author leads us to one particular door, we know it is the right one because it opens.

Being able to write becomes a kind of shield, a way of hiding, a way of too instantly transforming pain into honey.

Mozart's music gives us permission to live.

Life is like an overlong drama through which we sit being nagged by the vague memories of having read the reviews.