If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.

The whole world shall be ours because of our love.

if one really does try to find out why it is that people don't leave each other, one discovers a mystery. It is because they can't; they are bound. And nobody on earth knows what are the bonds that bind them except those two.

There is no feeling to be compared with the feeling of having written and finished a story.

The pleasure of all reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.

Who is to decide between 'Let it be' and 'Force it'?

I love the night. I love to feel the tide of darkness rising, slowly and slowly washing, turning over and over, lifting, floating, all that lies strewn upon the dark beach, all that lies hid in rocky hollows.