Grace is gratuitous; it is a gift.

Distraction is our habitual state. Not the distraction of the person who withdraws from the world in order to shut himself up in the secret and ever-changing land of his fantasy, but the distraction of the person who is always outside himself, lost in the trivial, senseless, turmoil of everyday life.

I don't believe that there are dangerous writers: the danger of certain books is not in the books themselves but in the passions of their readers.

The universe unfolds in the body, which is its mirror and its creature.

Love is the revelation of the other person's freedom.

The Mexican...is familiar with death. [He] jokes about it, caresses it, sleeps with it, celebrates it. It is one of his favorite toys and his most steadfast love.

For every language that becomes extinct, an image of man disappears.