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.

a writer is a foreign country

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

To love one child and to love all children, whether living or dead -somewhere these two loves come together. To love a no-good but humble punk and to love an honest man who believes himself to be an honest man -somewhere these, too, come together.

She had lived her early years as though she were waiting for something she might, but never did, become.

We, her children, are heroic, dersperate.

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.