Whenever he saw the sea, or a fire, he fell silent, impressed by their elemental force.

Stay close to those who sing, tell stories, and enjoy life, and whose eyes sparkle with happiness. Because happiness is contagious and will always manage to find a solution, whereas logic can find only an explanation for the mistake made.

I hate knowing about illness. Whenever I read a medical book, I immediately start to get all the symptoms.

We are responsible for everything that happens in this world. We are warriors of light, and with the strength of our love and of our will we can change our destiny and that of many other people.

The power of storytelling is exactly this: to bridge the gaps where everything else has crumbled.

She imagined herself both queen and slave, dominatrix and victim. In her imagination she was making love with men of all skin colors--white, black, yellow--with homosexuals and beggars. She was anyone's, and anyone could do anything to her. She had one, two, three orgasms, one after another. She imagined everything she had never imagined before, and she gave herself to all that was most base and most pure.

Even if loving meant leaving, or solitude, or sorrow, love was worth every penny of its price.