Hoping to fashion a mirror, the lover doth polish the face of his beloved until he produces a skull.

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

To be a human being is to be in a state of tension between your appetites and your dreams, and the social realities around you and your obligations to your fellow man.

The essential self is innocent, and when it tastes its own innocence knows that it lives for ever.

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.

It's great to have an enemy. Sharpens your senses.

It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.