All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate.

The novel wins by points, the short story by knockout.

Human history is the sad result of each one looking out for himself.

The unusual is only found in a very small percentage, except in literary creations, and that is exactly what makes literature.

Salt and the center of the world have to be there, in that spot on the tablecloth.

Once in a while it happens that I vomit up a bunny... it's not reason for one to blush and isolate oneself and to walk around keeping one's mouth shut.

What most people call loving consists of picking out a woman and marrying her. They pick her out, I swear, I’ve seen them. As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard. They probably say that they pick her out because-they-love-her, I think it’s just the siteoppo. Beatrice wasn’t picked out, Juliet wasn’t picked out. You don’t pick out the rain that soaks you to a skin when you come out of a concert.