Sometimes you make up your mind about something without knowing why, and your decision persists by the power of inertia. Every year it gets harder to change.

...he took a look at the blond girl's eyes and knew that he must not take part in the rigged game in which the ephemeral passes for the eternal and the small for the big, that he must not take part in the rigged game called love.

At the end of true love is death, and only the love that ends in death is love.

Jealousy has the amazing power to illuminate a single person in an intense beam of light, keeping the multitude of others in total darkness.

But isn't it true that an author can write only about himself?

The worst thing is not that the world is unfree, but that people have unlearned their liberty.

Dogs are our link to paradise.