a writer is a foreign country

In a certain state of mind, all trace of feeling is banished. Whenever I remain silent in a certain way, I don't love you, have you noticed that?

The words emerge from her body without her realizing it, as if she were being visited by the memory of a language long forsaken.

I know all one can know when one knows nothing.

Oh, how good it is to be with someone, sometimes.

Madness is like intelligence, you know. You can't explain it. Just like intelligence. It comes on you, it fills you, and then you understand it. But when it goes away you can't understand it at all any longer.

In love there are no vacations. No such thing. Love has to be lived fully with its boredom and all that.