I have no mission. No one has.

When graves are covered with stones, the dead can no longer get out. But the dead can't go out anyway! What difference does it make whether they're covered with soil or stones?

As you live out your desolation, you can be either unhappy or happy. Having that choice is what constitutes your freedom.

Yes, the essence of every love is a child, and it makes no difference at all whether it has ever actually been conceived or born. In the algebra of love a child is the symbol of the magical sum of two beings.

nothing yet. I've been waiting." "for what?" she made no response. she could not tell him that she had been waiting for him.

The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.

The longing for Paradise is man's longing not to be man.