I write to try to understand, and because I have nothing better to do.

Death ... doesn't take her eyes off us for a minute, so much so that even those who are not yet due to die feel her gaze pursuing them constantly.

A woman is essentially a vessel made to be filled.

We know that happiness is short-lived, that we fail to cherish it when it is within our grasp and value it only when it has vanished forever.

Americans have discovered the fragility of life, that ominous fragility that the rest of the world either already experienced or is experiencing now with terrible intensity.

If we cannot live entirely like human beings, at least let us do everything in our power not to live entirely like animals.

Such is our need to shower blame on some distant entity when it is we who lack the courage to face up to what is there before us.