When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.

Is not parody the eternal lot of man?

Living is being happy: seeing, hearing, touching, drinking, eating, urinating, defecating, diving into the water and gazing at the sky, laughing and crying.

Fortunately, I read (the books) without knowing what I was in for, and the best thing that can ever happen to a reader happened to me: I loved something that, by conviction (or by my nature) I should not have loved

To rebel against being born a woman seemed as foolish to her as to take pride in it.

For everyone is pained by the thought of disappearing, unheard and unseen, into an indifferent universe, and because of that everyone wants, while there is still time, to turn himself into a universe of words.

But what had happened, had happened, and it was no longer possible to right anything.