Yet human experience and the practice of communication have shown throughout the ages that definitions are an illusion, like having a speech defect and trying to say love but unable to get the word out, or, better, having a tongue in one's head but unable to feel love.

No, there are three people in a marriage, there's the woman, there's the man, and there's what I call the third person, the most important, the person who is composed of the man and woman together.

But truths need to be repeated many times so that they don't, poor things, lapse into oblivion.

I do not just write, I write what I am. If there is a secret, perhaps that is it.

There are times when it is best to be content with what one has, so as not to lose everything.

Words have their own hierarchy, their own protocol, their own artistic titles, their own plebeian stigmas.

Even death, faced with the option of death or life, she would choose life.