An old mans memories, like his bones, grow sharp with age and show their true shapes.

Sara could commit adultery at one end and weep for her sins at the other, and enjoy both operations at once.

A novel should be an experience and convey an emotional truth rather than arguments.

People don't use their eyes. They never see a bird, they see a sparrow. They never see a tree, they see a birch. They see concepts.

Reality is a narrow little house which becomes a prison to those who can't get out of it.

Of all things I find most unbearable is the injustice of one generation to another.

It is the tragedy of the world that no one knows what he doesn't know - and the less a man knows, the more sure he is that he knows everything.