The only way to live is to accept each minute as an unrepeatable miracle, which is exactly what it is: a miracle and unrepeatable.

I do not think about absent persons as often or with such intense longing as I think of places. They lie one below the other in my mind.

... I used words without precautions. I wanted to disappear into them, I fled into the bovaryism of the writer trying to create an effect.

The impossible talked of is less impossible from the moment words are laid to it.

She did not so much cook as assassinate food.

... the truth is exactly that which can't be got into words. We are forced to lie, a little or, if we are inferior, much.

The only way to live is to accept each minute as an unrepeatable miracle, which is exactly what it is: a miracle and unrepeatable.