Please be truthful, but also please be benevolent, please.

Love...is the immovability of truth.

In the end, everyone loses everyone. There was no invention to get around that, and so I felt, that night, like the turtle that everything else in the universe was on top of.

The books could be completely worthless, and things we don't even read now could be considered the most important books.

I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.

Only now do I understand the war against boredom, the lost cause of empty hours, of empty days and nights.

Food for her is not food, it is terror, dignity, gratitude, vengeance, joyfulness, humiliation, religion, history, and, of course, love. As if the fruit she always offered us were picked from the destroyed brances of out family tree.