She says people ought to learn to live like them, with the body abandoned in a wilderness, and in the mind the memory of a single kiss, a single word, a single look to stand for a whole love.

Perhaps someone will have seen mine, the one I’m waiting for, just as I saw him, in a ditch when his hands were making their last appeal and his eyes no longer could see. Someone who will never know what that man was to me; someone whose name I’ll never know.

Some people are like that - closed - they can't learn from anyone. Us, for example, we can't learn anything, neither I from you nor you from me, nor from anyone, nor from anything, nor from what happens.

It’s not that you have to achieve anything, it’s that you have to get away from where you are.

You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.

The best way to fill time is to waste it.

Journalism without a moral position is impossible. Every journalist is a moralist. It's absolutely unavoidable.