We are expanded by tears, we are told, not reduced by them.

For the first forty days a child is given dreams of previous lives. Journeys, winding paths, a hundred small lessons and then the past is erased.

All I ever wanted was a world without maps.

You want to suggest something new, but at the same time, resolve the drama of the action in the novel.

There is a story, always ahead of you. Barely existing. Only gradually do you attach yourself to it and feed it. You discover the carapace that will contain and test your character. You will find in this way the path of your life.

I have to teach myself not to read too much into everything. It comes from too long having to read into hardly anything at all.

Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again