Humanity's true moral test, its fundamental test…consists of its attitude towards those who are at its mercy: animals.

I have a strong will to love you for eternity.

Eroticism is like a dance: one always leads the other.

Disgust at having to talk about oneself is what distinguishes novelistic talent from lyric talent.

Sleep in my arms. Like a baby bird. Like a broom among brooms... in a broom closet. Like a tiny parrot. Like a whistle. Like a little song. A song sung by a forest... within a forest... a thousand years ago.

Necessity, weight, and value are three concepts inextricably bound: only necessity is heavy, and only what is heavy has value.

Suspending moral judgment is not the immorality of the novel; it is its morality.