That was what he wanted, to be baked dry and hard, to feel the vaporous worries evaporating one by one, to know finally that all the damp little doubts and hesitations that covered the floor of his being were curling up and expiring in the great furnace-blast of the sun.

I've always wanted to get as far as possible from the place where I was born. Far both geographically and spiritually. To leave it behind ... I feel that life is very short and the world is there to see and one should know as much about it as possible. One belongs to the whole world, not just one part of it.

She was saved from prettiness by the intensity of her gaze.

The only thing that makes life worth living is the possibility of experiencing now and then a perfect moment. And perhaps even more than that, it's having the ability to recall such moments in their totality, to contemplate them like jewels.

Publishers are thieves, they are on the other side of the barricade.

There is a way to master silence Control its curves, inhabit its dark corners And listen to the hiss of time outside

How fragile we are under the sheltering sky. Behind the sheltering sky is a vast dark universe, and we're just so small.