Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.

Without music, life is a journey through a desert.

He was one of those rare men who are capable of being fully in love only once in their lives.

The world of literature has everything in it, and it refuses to leave

…Then another porpoise broke the water and rolled toward us. A third and fourth porpoise neared. The visitation was something so rare and perfect that we knew by instinct not to speak—and then as quickly as they had come, the porpoises moved away from us…Each of us would remember that all during our lives. It was the purest moment of freedom and headlong exhilaration that I had ever felt. A wordless covenant was set, and I would go back in my imagination, and return to where happiness seemed so easy to touch.

Craziness attacks the softest eyes and hamstrings the gentlest flanks.

The fruit tasted foreign but indigenous, like sunlight a tree had changed through patience.