You aren't ill: it is just that you are made of second-rate materials

The true defense against wealth is not a fear of wealth - of its fragility and of the vicious consequences that it can bring - the true defense against wealth is an indifference to money.

Every day silence harvests its victims. Silence is a mortal illness.

When I write stories I am like someone who is in her own country, walking along streets that she has known since she was a child, between walls and trees that are hers.

But that was the best time of my life, and only now that it has gone from me forever -- only now do I realize it.

I think of a writer as a river: you reflect what passes before you.

As soon as we see our dreams betrayed we realize that the intensest joys of our life have nothing to do with reality, and we are consumed with regret for the time when they glowed within us. And in this succession of hopes and regrets our life slips by.