Nothing records the effects of a sad life so graphically as the human body.
My wife thought I deserved it, but I always thought the Nobel a Western prize.
He seemed to be waiting for a miracle to save him from the depths his life had reached and take him to a land of dreams.
Fear does not prevent death. It prevents life.
Madness is the acme of intelligence.
The writer interweaves a story with his own doubts, questions, and values. That is art.