Accept love instinctively, without responsibility or conditions.

The real truth is that the war didn't have much to do with it except that it provided a perfect limbo in which two people who were too young and too related could start kissing without anything or anyone making us stop.

I, a late riser, fantasise about getting up every morning at 5 A.M. to fetch the horses in from the fields.

I felt a momentary urge to leap into the sea and swim free of the present.

Every war has turning points and every person too.

A piano might fall on your head, he said, but it also might not. And in the meantime you never know. Something nice might happen.

I didn't seem to have that effect on anyone but it would have been a waste for both of us to be saints.