when fate is very generous with us, there is always a well into which all our dreams can tumble.

Love doesn't limit itself to relationships: it is a celebration of life.

You don't seem mad at all,' she said. But I am, although I'm undergoing a cure, because my problem is that I lack a particular chemical. However, while I hope that the chemical gets rid of my chronic depression, I want to continue being mad, living life the way I dream it, and not the way other people want it to be. Do you know what exists out there, beyond the walls of Villete?

The desert takes our dreams away from us, and they don't always return. We know that, and we are used to it. Those who don't return become a part of the clouds, a part of the animals that hide in the ravines and of the water that comes from the earth. They become part of everything. They become the Soul of the World.

Don't listen to the malicious comments of those friends who, never taking any risks themselves, can only see other people's failures.

Elegance is not an outer quality, but a part of the soul that is visible to others.

He told himself that he would have to start reading thicker books: they lasted longer, and made more comfortable pillows.