By an image we hold on to our lost treasures, but it is the wrenching loss that forms the image, composes, binds the bouquet.

Books, books, books. It was not that I read so much. I read and re-read the same ones. But all of them were necessary to me. Their presence, their smell, the letters of their titles, and the texture of their leather bindings.

You don't think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.

In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.

If I can't have too many truffles, I'll do without truffles.

It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.

What a wonderful life I've had! I only wish I'd realized it sooner.