He Kept recalling her lying on his bed; she reminded him of no one in his former life.

Any new possibility that existence acquires, even the least likely, transforms everything about existence.

The man hunched over his motorcycle can focus only on the present... he is caught in a fragment of time cut off from both the past and the future... he has no fear, because the source of fear is in the future, and a person freed of the future has nothing to fear.

I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them; I have nothing in common with them.

Yes, it's a well-known fact about you: you're like death, you take everything.

When we ignore the body, we are more easily victimized by it.

The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful ... Love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.